Linn Mill

Thought I'd pop back down this way today and catch some raging torrents down by the old Mill but it would seem the worst of it had passed yesterday.

There were sneaky little signs that winter's on its way out on the walk today though; snowdrops appearing and the first lambs in the field nearby. That's got to be good.

The last time I was down here I mentioned the old cottage that my Dad was brought up in. That's it there on the other side of the single track bridge over the Black Devon. There's been bits added to it since he and his brothers spent their youth growing up here, but there's an old photo I remember seeing that dates from sometime in the 1940s taken from roughly this position that shows them racing over this bridge on their motorbikes. Not much else has really changed from what I can remember from that, but it would be good to track it down and do a proper comparison.

I also had my first full-time job a few hundred yards up the road from here in a little design studio converted from an old farm building. I used to cycle back and forward on this pitch black road through all weathers to get to work but, thinking back to this, I can't remember it being too much of a chore. Would probably need an ambulance support vehicle if I attempted it now.