Down at t’ mill in Maisse
Our house here in Maisse was once a water-mill. The wheel is long gone but the sluice-gates and water-runs remain. We all learnt a lot about water-wheels today as the boys’ schoolwork was to research them. With some research under our belts we were able to make some, I think, fairly good guesses about how the mill used to be structured.
Today it’s a large square building with a huge main room and lots of others. The part we’ve rented covers most of the ground and first floor although there’s a separate apartment taking up about a quarter of the house and an entire top floor that’s off-limits. The top floor appears deserted from the outside – the windows are almost covered by the vines that cover the rear of the building. If I hear strange footsteps from that top floor, I’ve promised myself that we’re leaving immediately.
The gardens are dominated by the mill-pond and the mill-race. I think the pond was once larger and the immediate garden outside the back door is partly recovered land. Now it’s a lovely place to sit and has a petanque area at the far end. Over a little bridge to the left there’s an orchard with apple and pear trees.
There are ducks on the pond and lots of blue dragonflies. There even appear to be some small fish in the mill-pond, but they’re largely hidden in the murk. So far no mosquitos have been sighted, so that’s one fear allayed.
Probably the coolest feature of the house is the main room which has a mezzanine balcony running around the inside. It makes the room look very Elizabethan although I have a feeling that it was not an entirely original feature.
3 thoughts on “Down at t’ mill in Maisse”
I wouldn’t worry too much about footsteps from upstairs – you can always grab one of those wicked-looking pitchforks off the wall and repel invaders!
How do you keep from trip fatigue setting in? We’re on day 15 of our 40 day summer trip, and it’s starting to get to me. Of course, I’m also the only adult, which doesn’t help.
Slower pace than I imagine you have is the only real answer. Knowing we have a year allows us to move as slowly as is comfortable.