The Lodge

That was a new name to me 30 odd years ago when we first came to live here.  A small expanse of water.  This one is used by anglers and there are some big fish!  We feed them and the ducks when we come down here with Little Missy.  No ducks in view tonight though when Ro and I went for our walk.

The red brick building was part of the local mill and has been converted into flats. I used to walk up the hill with a local gentleman.  He walked very slowly with a cane and used to tell me stories of the conversion.  There used to be a tunnel between the mill and the old school house used by the children who worked in the Mill.  One of the workmen is said to have seen the ghost of a young Victorian girl.  Not the only ghost story in the neighborhood!!