Watermills and blackberries

19th September, 2010

Gorsedene House, Jean and Tim Black's house

With the rising of the sun, when the light was still grey, I was looking for waterfalls and mushrooms. Instead, I found golden light, a carpet of shamrocks, and a little bit of magic. Down the lane from Gorsedene, where the lake turns to a stream, there is a little waterfall. I was down there to photograph it at dawn, and found the sun light streaming in lit a spot about 50 yards from where I was standing. I went to walk towards and stopped. The ground was a carpet of shamrocks, and a little voice in my head whispered 'don't go any further'. It's one of the first times I've not gone to take photos in a 'safe' area like that. But I took a photo of the shamrocks and walked away. The feeling of peace I felt in that place, like nothing else.

I told Jean of the place I stopped at, and she told me once a friend lived in the house near the stream. There was once an old watermill, long since it had been used, along the stream. At night, her friend said she could hear the 'clunk-clunk-clunk' of the wheel turning in the stream. The wheel is gone, and there is a ruin where the mill was, so the noise has no sense behind it. Just quite amazing. So I didn't make it to the mill, but I got as far as my feet would take me!

Later on that day, I went blackberry picking off of the hedge out the front of Gorsedene, it was so much fun! I chatted to who ever came past the lane, and enjoyed eating the berries that I didn't get into the bowl! It was such a blast!