2 June 2916
Last night I had a dream about a windmill. The memory of it was hazy when I woke but I couldn’t get the thought of it out of my head, white sails against deep blue sky. It felt as if something was telling me to walk to the windmill at Bursledon, although I had no idea why. It seemed wise to listen to my dream though and, when I said where I was going, CJ said he’d come along. He even offered to buy me a coffee! Once I’d picked myself off the floor we set off. Continue reading Windmills on my mind