There’s something beautiful about that golden light that shimmers during the early evenings now.
Although it signals the start of end of summer, it also lends itself to creating beautiful golden visions that sprawl out across the countryside while watching the big combine harvesters collecting grain and feed for the winter months.
It was on one of these “let’s search for a tractor” moments with my little one, that I stumbled upon Pitstone Windmill.
It is one of the oldest surviving post mills in the country dating from the 17th century.
The big red wheel was used to move the top part of the windmill so the sails could always face the direction of the wind.
Although it stopped functioning as a windmill in 1902 after a violent storm, where the sails weren’t moved in time.
It is possible to go in the windmill but only on select Sundays in the summer, so it’s worth checking ahead if you did want the opportunity to go in.
I won’t lie, it wasn’t the easiest find. The windmill is hidden from the road by hedges and trees, and it was only as I was driving down a hill that I saw it in the distance.
With a small off road area to park in, we jumped out of the car and walked down the straight path heading towards the windmill.
There’s nothing else around, just fields of wheat. But in a way it makes the location that much more beautiful and very British.
As the sun got lower we frolicked and danced in the last golden moments of the sun while enjoying an impromptu picnic, imagining life over 400 years ago and feeling very connected to what the world may have looked like back then.
As the summer slowly ebbs away, I’m sad to see it leave. But with the sun setting the promise of another day filled with adventures is just over the horizon.