Last time I was home in Warwickshire son no.1 and I had a couple of days out to see what we could see. I fancied having a closer look at Chesterton Windmill as I’ve been driven past it since I was knee high to a grasshopper, yet never convinced anyone – and trust me I’ve tried – to go and and have a look at it, but son no.1 jumped at the idea, so off we went.

The windmill is truly beautiful both in the distance and close up. It was built in the 17th century, about 1632 and stands high on a hilltop, near the Fosse Way, a Roman road that links Exeter to Lincoln, approx 230 miles long. (That would make an interesting mini holiday wouldn’t it – forget Route 666, lets do the Fosse Way!)

Its sandstone construction has with the help of three major reconstructions to keep the sails in good order stood the test of time.

One wonders what it would have been like to work this mill, whether the miller would have been lonely or inspired,

by the lovely views surrounding them.

Whatever it was, it would be lovely to hear the sound of the

millstone spinning slowly around once more, whilst watching the finely milled flour shuffle towards an opened sack.

We spent an hour, wandering around, talking, laughing and enjoying the touch of a slightly cold wind whip up the hill.

It was good to spend time, together,

just us two.