We were not disturbed by the dogs until 7am this morning, which was wonderful, and our walk this morning went without a hitch.

We are all getting the hang of it, and of taking our ‘turn’.

On the village sign you can see an image of a windmill. It is one of Bourn’s ‘treasures’.

Today was Open Day, which is held one day a month from 2-4pm during summer. So, Mick and I decided to walk there and back for a closer inspection.

(There are other famous icons of the village on the board – and I’ll tell you a little about those in future posts.)

Google Maps had calculated the walk to the mill was 1.8 km from here. So, we headed off after lunch, passing beautiful thatched roof homes. We’re always so intrigued by these.

It wasn’t too long before we’d reached the end of the village and were on a road.

We’ve never seen a sign like this one before.

Mick commented that it looked like a horse rider had taken it literally and applied the breaks to his/her horse!

Still going, well over 2km by now, and no sign of a windmill. We thought surely we should be able to see it in the distance. But, no. Our feet were feeling it, because we’d already had quite a walk this morning with the dogs. Eventually, at 2.8 km, we were rewarded with this sight.

We paid £3 each and had a volunteer, ‘mill’ enthusiast take us on a guided tour. Mick was enthralled from start to finish. He loved the engineering.

This mill is reportedly the second oldest surviving mill in England. It is at least older than 1636 and was last sold in 1926 for £45 when the mill became redundant. It is now cared for by the Cambridge Preservation Society.

It actually still can be turned around, like it would have been when it was operational to capture the wind.

This is the view we had from inside.

It felt pretty weird being inside when they spun us around.

We enjoyed a cup of tea and loads of home baking after our tour – for a donation. That was also a highlight of the afternoon.

Now ready to make our way home, Mick thought he could find us a shortcut, and he did.

Saved us about 200m, but my feet were pleased.

One more thatched roof home we walked past. Stunning.

I think I might have to give Google Maps the flick.

I’m worn out.