The old mill attracts children from miles around.

Great patches of sandstone and brick make up it’s crumbling form. Lichen and ivy, weeds and moss cling to the cracks and ledges making patchwork walls of hedgerows, fields, roads and meadows; a skylark's view looking down from a clear blue sky.
The old mill, partly abandoned and derelict, nestles into the riverbank and fauna of Comfortable Place.
The black slippery blades of the motionless water wheel hiss with the moving water of the river below. The great flour grinding stone, once a round table, lays still and unused in the gloomy shade of the mill house.