Wales - walks around the mill

 

Opposite the mill was a small rusty sign that indicated a footpath. I set off but was shortly turned around by a large, aggressive dog at a farm.

So I set off up the road beyond the mill

Another obscure footpath sign but

I was again turned around, this time by a very muddy field.

Ok, stick to the roads, with grass and moss in the middle.

Still things to be seen.

As usual, no shortage of sheep.

A neighbour told Chris that this was an old church but I never got around to exploring it further.

Just a few flowers left in the hedgerows and the occasional blackberry.

We were on Google Maps to show them where I now live and noticed that just up the road from the mill

was a standing stone. It was quite a muddy walk across fields and the weather was definitely iffy

but worth it.

A single, large stone, on a rise, some smaller stones at its base (but they may just have been thrown there when clearing the field)

I always find them wondrous.

Raining somewhere, better head back.

It started to drizzle as we made our way back and we just got in before the downpour started. Of course that is when the lorry driver, delivering new batteries for the turbine, called to say he didn't feel he could drive down their road.

So Chris took the tractor up the road

bought the palett down and

deposited it by the front door, to then trundle them one by one through the house to the turbine room, under the weir.

And yes, Heather, that is an ancient John Deere.