We took Grandpa up to see our windmill on a cool blustery afternoon. He’s heard so much about it as the site of many a picnic and adventure he was curious to see what the bit around the back of the camera looks like.
It’s actually a lovely view in all directions; the windmill sits on the top of the hill so it’s a complete 360 degree panorama, views of fields and trees and hedges and in the distance the flash of silver as a train flickers across an otherwise timeless scene of pastoral bliss.
It will always be one of our favourite spots, especially as so often we have it completely to ourselves and even when the weather was nowhere near so lovely as the last time.
It was only a quick visit, slotted in between gym class and going to catch the train but the wind was warm and it swept away any cobwebs as Elma chased my Dad around the pillars of the tower and Pip snuggled in, peeping out occasionally to peer around me, looking to join in the fun.
A tiny moment in our week, but definitely one to treasure.