The photo for this week’s prompt was taken in the Buckinghamshire village of Brill, one late spring evening, just as the sun set. I came across the image as I begin to go through all the files and photos now thankfully recovered from my defunct PC. I am reminded of the last time I tried to put some kind of order into those files… and how amazing it was to see all the places we have visited…and the fluidity of time that allows us to squeeze more than seems humanly possible into our brief forays beyond the bounds of necessity.
The windmill at Brill sits on top of the Common, just outside the village. The area has been inhabited since the Stone Age and there is evidence that an ancient hilltop once occupied the site of the village. There have been windmills in Brill for at least eight hundred years, although this one dates back only to around 1680. The mill has known only half a dozen millers since it was built, yet was in continuous operation until the 20th century. The last miller was Albert Nixey, who milled flour for bread until 1919 and continued milling feed for cattle until 1923. After that, the new industrial mills made keeping the windmill running an economic impossibility.
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As always there were some superb contributions this week and I would like to thank everyone who took part. Please click on the links below to visit all the posts and leave a comment for the author! A new prompt will be published later today and I will reblog as many as I can through the week as they come in and all contributions will be featured in the round-up on Thursday.
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Heaven’s gold sailing
Bound by universal law
Knowing no other
Perfect within perfection
It questions not its purpose
Raising earthbound eyes
The eye of eternity
A harvest of souls nurtured
Rooted in the heart of earth
Covetous prospectors strive
Slicing time with their clockwork
Grinding the harvest to dust
Many thanks to this weeks contributors:
Ritu Bhathal at But I Smile Anyway
Sandi from Flip Flops Every Day
Kim from Writing in North Norfolk
Hayley R. Hardman at The Story Files
Joelle LeGendre at Two on a Rant
Emily Weatherburn at A writer’s beginning
Aswini Nawathe from Kaleidoscope of my Life
It was a great prompt photo Sue!
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Thanks Ritu, it was a lovely sunset.
I always enjoy the stories behind the photos. Another great group of responses! (K)
Almost all my photos have a story or two to share 🙂 Thanks, Kerfe.
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Loved this prompt Sue.
I do love the last verse of your poem Sue. 💗💜
Thanks, Willow. ❤
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I’m really enjoying this new adventure. I’m a person that just likes to talk about whatever, pertaining to my day to day life and thoughts. Another blogger encouraged me to participate in fiction. (to which I laughed) I’m, by no means, a writer. That’s not my thing… but he pestered me (or rather highly encouraged) until I finally said FINE.
And now I’m having fun. Again, it’s just me messing around, I’ve had a few ideas that have sprouted so that I could participate. I don’t know how long it will last, but thanks for the photos and inspiration. I certainly thought – there’s NO WAY I was going to be able to come up with anything remotely interesting for the Windmill, and yet, strangely, I think I did all right… of course, any writing piece can be improved, but I felt okay when publishing.
Let’s see if I come up with anything this next time around…
I’m glad you are having fun with the prompts, Sandi… and glad you joined in 🙂 I’d rather read what comes up from the images than a perfectly polished piece of literature any day.
dust…pretty final..This is a wonderful harvest reap what you sow poem.
What a lovely round up, Sue. I am sorry I didn’t manage to write this week … sometimes life gets in the way.
Tell me about it! And you’ll be busy getting ready for your trip too!