I know a bank whereon the old timer groans....

After rain and work this morning, we were visited by Sara and Miss Pickles late this afternoon. We all went for a favourite walk along the Brandy Brook to the old mill and sat amongst the primroses and celandine for a while.

The mill has long gone and just a few ruined building remain, slowly decaying into nothing.

The cottage by the bridge where we started our walk changed hands a few months ago. On the new couple's first night in their new abode, there was a freak rainstorm that rushed down the valley slopes, choked the bridge and flooded their ground floor. Poor things, what an unlucky start!

They seem to have weathered the storm and were happily toiling the garden as we walked past..