Sarehole Mill

At the Sarehole Mill at Birmingham.

It is a 200 years old mill.

Behind this mill is the Tolkien Trail where JRR Tolkien (author for Lord of The Rings) spent his childhood.

In my bag.

The said oven. I imagine how people in the past discovered baking. How did they even know that fire/heat+food=cook?

And I imagine ladies baking, like in the picture below which I got from the internet.

Imagine, two hundred years ago the place I stood (in front of the oven) was once something like this.

Sometimes I imagine if wherever I stood was once a battle ground and there could be some people pooed or peed on it or even died.

This is where the water from the pond flows into. Description below, later.

It was nice to listen to the sound of water at such a place, as if transporting you back to the days when people were still working and making a living here.

But I believe it would be noisier then because of the sound from the working engine and, of course, the chattering of knackered workers over mundane jobs.

I just realised it says "high breast", I wonder why.

This is the loft, also the 3rd floor.

My brother taking pics.

On the left where there is a net covering a hole is where the people pour the flour or something like that. They keep them up here to prevent rats from eating them.

I often wonder if the woods were real. I mean, original from those days because I have seen some documentaries whereby to restore an old building, materials which were better and new but old-looking would be used to give it the "feel".

The really really steep stairs. I hate these types of stairs. Spiral or not.

For farming.

I think either the left of the right of this pic is the Tolkien Trail. I'm not quite sure.

Nothing much around. Just a plain field on the left and a pathway that leads to I-dunno-where.

I just stood at where I was and didn't move much hahahaha.