Guest Blog by: George S Mycroft
Running around nude and free as child:
At one time in my own life, I used to live in a gatehouse cottage attached to the stables and outbuildings of a classic grain mill situated in the rolling dales of the East Riding of Yorkshire, in England.
The factory had long since stopped its sincere trade, had fallen into disuse, and had subsequently been converted into a private house, possessed by a local surgeon of some repute as I recall.
His wife was an artist and, at her behest, a studio with big northlights were accommodated in It was a noticeable representation of a dick, enormous and arching upwards. It cannot have had any practical
of the construction.
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is no windmill, though, but a water mill, and its new owners had kept the mill race as a distinctive and pleasant attribute, flowing alongside and then under their new home.
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Below the house, with its becurtained fre