home grown
(garlic and son)
went on a 10mile round trip bike ride to sarre windmill today.
it was closed when we arrived but the door was open so i stuck my head round the corner.
"we're on holiday" said one lady.
"we're closed" said another.
'that's strange' i said, 'you're on holiday during the summer holidays...oh well: when do you open again?'
"we're on holiday" said one lady.
"we're closed" said another.
'permanently on holiday forever? closed for good?' i was getting confused.
'ur...yes' they both said in unison, looking suspicious.
we retired to the local pub for icecream (sons) and cider / red wine (son's parents) where we were told sarre windmill has become a holiday let.
such a shame: they used to grind then bake their own bread.
one would imagine these old treasures to be protected by some trust or another...?
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