Throop Mill

Home from work and collected Tess as we needed to do late night shopping. I wasnt sure I would get a blip but Tess suggested Throop Mill where she has walked on the Stour Valley Path but it was getting dark.

Throop is a small village situated on the outskirts of Bournemouth, nestling next to the River Stour. It dates back a fair few centuries with the Mill (in some guise) being situated there since the 11th century.

The water mill in it's current build has been there since the 19th century and is a Grade II listed building. The mill is currently closed to the public and discussions are ongoing about it's future

The Water Mill

There is a mill, an ancient one,
Brown with rain, and dry with sun,
The miller's house is joined with it,
And in July the swallows flit
To and fro, in and out,
Round the windows, all about;
The mill wheel whirrs and the waters roar
Out of the dark arch by the door,
The willows toss their silver heads,
And the phloxes in the garden beds
Turn red, turn grey,
With the time of day,
And smell sweet in the rain, then die away.

Ralph Vaughan Williams