
(I have later realised that this image is the wrong way, but I will leave it as I am sure no one noticed!)
A handful of early risers (well early for a Sunday) witnessed the massive iron cogs grinding into action, the wooden teeth perfectly locking together to make wheels turn, and grain to be smashed into grainy flour (which tasted, well, like grainy flour), and then went upstairs to see the grain falling into the mill stones (sadly hidden in a wooden surround).


Outside the small piece of land that runs alongside the leat (a westcountry name for a little manmade stream) had been turned into a wild flower garden. It really shows the potential of even a small piece of what was previously wasteland.

A quick wander around an exhibition of Devon Archaeology at the XCentre and the Customs House (also open to the public for one day, but rather disappointingly just boring offices now, albeit with rather pretty ceilings) a quick coffee and it was time to head off home to watch the Grand Prix.
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