Hazeland Mill

The countryside was surprisingly quiet this afternoon for some reason.

I visited a few familiar haunts: the village of Bremhill, where until recently there was a farmyard with cattle in it on the main street not far from the church; The Dumb Posts inn, with its views across the Marden valley, where there are sometimes Vietnamese pot-bellied pigs to be seen; part of the old branch railway line to Chippenham, now a cycle path and nature trail with grazing sheep at its side; and down to Hazeland Mill, where there is still a functioning millrace and weir.

At Hazeland Mill I walked down an angler's path to the River Marden and found more wild geranium (In Blipfolio here), and back to Hazeland Bridge, of which this is a small section. The brickwork has been intricately worn over hundreds of years and there are many kinds of small flowers and vegetation springing up in the cracks.

It's part of my texture and colour series, which I unfortunately never thought to tag as such until now.