Up the road or down, sometimes further afield, often not for long, we're out most days.
Oh! A waterwheel. I have a story about a waterwheel.
Sweet face with flowers! I wonder what one does with a worn-out water wheel?Thanks for coming by to let me know how you liked the book, Lucy! I love to think of you reading it on the other side of the sea, maybe remembering a bit or a whit as you're wandering with Mol.
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