The mill I’m referring to is at Sturminster Newton, a small market town in north Dorset. I hadn’t been aware of the place until I spotted a photograph while I was doing some research. The town, which was included in the Domesday Book, has been chartered to hold fairs and markets since at least the time of Henry III in 1219. The present L-shaped building consists of south and north wings. The south wing, which sits on the river bank, was last rebuilt around 1650 on a centuries-old site. The north wing, which juts out into the river, was originally a completely separate mill built in 1611. It was demolished in the late 18th century and rebuilt in brick on its original base to extend the grain mill.
I had planned to go straight after visiting Portland Bill at sunrise, following the sunset at Pulpit Rock the previous day. As I drove away from the coast, I encountered several patches of thick fog and generally, the valleys were coated in a gentle mist. I started to wonder if I would be lucky enough to see the mill in this state, but it wasn’t to be. By the time I parked up by the old bridge, the mist had lifted to reveal a mostly cloudy morning.
It wasn’t far to walk, over the far side of the bridge, turn left and then a short distance along the river bank. There was a gentleman fishing with his little dog. It seemed idyllic but for the large lorries rumbling past on the main road. I set up the tripod and waited for better light. I especially love the teasels I managed to find for foreground interest.
Then it was on to Shaftesbury where I had a mind to see the view I remembered from the old Hovis advert when I was a child. According to a friend, they re-created the scene very recently with the same actor and a brand new electric bicycle. For those not in the UK, or not old enough, the original can be seen HERE
I liked Shaftesbury a lot and wished I had more time (and a better ankle) to wander around. I won’t forget the teddy bear shop I passed on the way either. I’ve been collecting and repairing old bears for a long time and fell in love with one in the window. (I checked online when I got home, but he was far too expensive. Never mind).
The entrance to Gold Hill was via a very steep cobbled path to the side of the town hall. I found it almost impossible to manage with a crutch, but at least it led me to the top, rather than having to climb up from the bottom. Photographically speaking I just stood there and clicked the shutter, but it felt good to finally see the view I recalled from 44 years ago. The image is featured at the very top and it’s one of my favourites from the entire trip.
It’s still a shame about the teddy bear though…
