Bembridge Windmill Captures My Imagination
I have a soft spot for Bembridge Windmill. Not in a “let’s read the information board and move on” way, but in a stand there longer than necessary, watching nothing happen, somehow feeling like that’s the point kind of way. The windmill doesn’t try to impress you. It doesn’t loom or dramatise its presence. It …
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