It takes two to shift this.
“This” is a cider mill apple squashing/squishing/juice squeezing wheel. Those who have assiduously explored the site and avariciously absorbed the history of the cottage will recall it was a resting place on the “drover’s trail”. A service station on the cattle (and geese, and sheep) motorway from the Pembrokeshire coast to the markets of London and Birmingham. Around 1750 to whenever. The enterprising owners charged one halfpenny per five head grazing fee, and ran a cider house to quench the thirst.
No longer a cider house, the wheel makes a hurricane proof base for the rotary drier; a private place for the privates. Don’t have one at present as it didn’t survive the last named storm and old-age and it went out on the last skip.
Nothing beats an early morning stroll around the garden. https://youtube.com/shorts/jE2BieGdtv4?si=k9thYfmJsd2nue3e
In the wild flower meadow nature has collapsed the daffodils overnight. Slowly, imperceptibly, the daffs…
A Sunday look at the (new) polytunnel. https://youtu.be/X6p4vtDWKS0?si=pYT71mJdimF9mMng
Arguably, the spelling could be correct as it was here last week, and it’s still…
More fishy goings on in our pond. There was I observing the frogspawn and my…