As winter is disappearing,
I want to savour the most beautiful parts:
The delicacy of silvered trees,
Covered in hoar frost and
Slung against the canvas of a blue, blue sky;
And little, red cottages
Snug in snowy pillows.
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You would probably walk right past this humble old cottage
If it weren’t for the sound of rushing water.
You’ll be happy you took notice —
The house is unusually tall and narrow
With marvellous old wood that speak of its age:
Three centuries in existence as the old mill house (Olhamra Mill)
That used to distribute water to the lands around it.
Nowadays, it’s a summer house
Where the owners look as if they stopped painting one of the doors
To enjoy the delight of the singing water.
Before following the bend in the road,
Make sure you turn around one last time
To enjoy the hidden beauty of this age-old jewel.
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