The mill wasn’t just a place to have your grain ground into flour. It was part of the annual rite of harvest, a meeting place and, for many, a fond childhood memory. The sights, smells, sounds, taste and…
As you walk down a gravel path through the woods you come upon an idyllic moulin rouge tucked away in a tree-lined gorge. Water from a mill pond gently tumbles over the dam. This is the first impression a…
