Memory Flow

Back again from my "Mojo week" at Martinus Center in Zealand I took my beloved ex to a restaurant in a village nearby an old 18th century water mill museum-café-gallery where we and our fellow family (4 boys) spent four summers as landlord and landlady, serving waffles and coffee in the café, showing the museum and exhibiting our art and craft in the gallery.

We went down to the small valley to the mill after our meal and experienced quite a memory flow when we walked by the waterfall behind the mill with the salmon-ladder where we used to take our morning bath in the cold fresh creek water.

(I have posted some pics a few days back if you want to have a look!)