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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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
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