Odd things from the watermill.

I took myself, my dog and the camera down to the watermill. I thought I might make a post all about how many watermills there used to be on the River Lié, about wheat and buckwheat and bread and such like.

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!

From the forest floor,

to stumps and trunks and things you find on, and in them.

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,

and the rust plays a beguiling cameo.