While walking my dog in the fens yesterday, I saw a windmill, some miles away on the horizon.
That wasn’t unusual around here.
But its sails were turning, and that was.
I set out on a search, and found it in the little village of Wicken, where Dave, Mary Ellen and Alan kindly showed me around.
It was a thoroughly inspiring visit – a beautiful sunny day with lots of wind, and as I climbed higher and higher, the whole building thrummed, almost purred, with an energy that rose and fell with the gusts.
I also captured some quick footage on my iPhone.
(Also on Vimeo here).
Definitely recommended if you’re in the area when it’s open – usually the first weekend of the month.