Here is my photo of Callington Mill, a gloriously beautiful and more importantly, working mill in Tasmania. Mr P. and I have several friends living in Hobart, and we go there as often as we can. My fave story (which Mr P. hates me telling) is a time that we travelled around Tassie in October, as Mr P. was giving a talk. There was a sudden cold snap, and as we drove, I could see lots of sad little white bundles lying in the fields. The farmers had not had warning of the frost, so the poor lambs had been left out overnight, and had frozen to death.
I was pointing these out to hubby, saying what sad little heaps they were. His response? - "they're just resting" was straight out of Monty Python. And he wasn't even being funny! It's all part of his Pollyanna persona, which it took me years to take at face value, as it is just him. I keep telling him when they press the big red button for the nuclear holocaust, he will be saying, "it's fine, no probs, don't worry about your skin falling off", etc.
|the glorious Mill still turning out flour today, which you can buy online|
|surrounded by lavender flowers|
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(Sorry Tiffin, I just couldn't resist an extra photo. It was impossible to choose).