The end of January we got a lot of rain. I stopped at the Sweet Shop next to the Mill, and the sound of running water drew me around the back of the Mill.
To my delight, water was coming through the millrace . . .
. . . and pouring onto the mill wheel.
I climbed up the hill to see where the water ran into the millrace.
It headed gently downhill toward the mill.
The millrace resembles an aqueduct, carrying the water across the road to the mill.
The water trickled into the top of the millwheel, and as the top bucket filled, the weight of the water turned the wheel with a gentle creak. In a few seconds, the water emptied with a splash into the millpond.
It was mesmerizing to watch and peaceful to listen to--trickle, creak, splash, trickle, creak, splash.
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