A quiet corner in Hebden Bridge, Yorkshire
Windmills in the sunshine.
A lot of people think that these windmills are a blot on the landscape, I think they’re barking !
I look at these and see nothing but elegance, grand sweeping arms silently sweeping through the air.
Memories come back of those little plastic windmills you had as a kid, holding three little stock high to catch the wind or almost turning yourself inside out as you blew as hard as you could to make it go ever faster.
I like these windmills…