Flint Mill Museum

The wind was getting up as we left our mooring, through the two locks that took us back to the now open Flint Mill Museum. Joe, part of a husband & wife volunteer team, showed us around the old millers cottage, the daughter of the last miller to live here had her 98th birthday last week and she lives in the cottage next door with her husband who is 100 years old, they have been married for 75 years!.

The flint was unloaded from boats onto small trucks and wheeled on tracks and lifted through these trap doors to start the process

 It was fascinating to look at the workings of the mill, Joe opened the sluice to start the water wheel turning and the internal cogs spinning, I was struck by how noiseless the 18th century machinery is  without actually milling anything. The flint for milling was transported to the site from the south coast beaches of England and parts of Ireland.

One of the two mills at the museum started out life as a flour mill 800 years ago before being converted to flint milling in the 18th century.

The Hollybush was our port of call for tea, proper steak & ale pie for me and hunters chicken for Sue.