However, I simply got caught up with interesting patterns and shapes and forms and textures, so here is simply a big fat photo post of some of that, and the fascinating local history will have to wait, until I know more about it!
The water itself, which I lack the skill, (and indeed, perhaps, the tripod, but I don't do tripods...) to capture well,
to the curious caddis-like forms it makes in flood, of leaves and grass and mud wrapped and shaped on dead twigs on the bank.
A handsome, huggable, mossy and muscular beech tree,
and an inexplicable piece of impromptu sculpture: a stack of huge old girders, near to the mill itself, edged with randomly wrought iron loops and tendrils, where the silvery bronze leaf litter drifts and collects,