Another Windmill and Whatever

I accidentally drove past (“accidentally”) Bircham Windmill the other day. It’s way smaller than it looks in this well engineered photograph but it is lovely none the less.

I didn’t bother to get close enough to get a decent shot so I embellished the one I took with a thumbs up in order to influence your opinion.









Hurray!

It lends some of it’s features to the windmill in the story that I’m working on. I say working on, I actually mean not working on. This is because I am currently immersed in producing a 4 page graphically novelly type short graphic story thing for this competition. I have till October. Even I should be able to complete it by then. I’ll post some bits and pieces as I go along so that you know that I’m not lying.


Westerly Windmill

I went on a “research field trip” the other day to Foster’s Windmill for the new story and had an absolutely delightful time. Being inside a windmill at any time is automatically delight enducing but when it’s going roundy round and grinding grain and all that it’s just wonderful. Quiet too, just the odd creak and thump and squeak and the sound of the stones cruising over each other that’s like an intensification of the wind driving the mill. I had a helpful talk with the miller too who pointed out bits and pieces and explained how parts worked and so thank you to miller. Thank you miller!

lovely