WHERE GRASS IS GREEN. 153 



A walk of eight miles through beautiful green 

 lanes brings me at last to one of those water-mills, 

 which look as though they had been built for all 

 time a large building of stone and brick work, 

 now moss-covered and weather-stained. It is quite 

 closed in by woods, so that it cannot be seen from 

 any of the main roads ; you might pass near it 

 hundreds of times and not know that a mill was 

 there; and as it stands in a hollow, the sound of 

 the splash, splash, splash of the great mill-wheel 

 is shut off from the ear. A tide-mill it is, and a 

 navigable canal having locks runs up to the tum- 

 bling bay of the sluice. Three miles below it there 

 is another mill, but a much smaller one. The first 

 of these has been a mill of note in its time ; and 

 indeed an accurate account of it is given in the 

 Domesday -Book. There are others of the same 

 type to be found in this county. In this case 

 dwelling-house, farm-buildings, and mill stand to- 

 gether, and are equally well and solidly built a 

 combination which is not often seen. 



My work on one occasion led me to stay some 

 time in the neighbourhood of this mill, and as in 

 my childhood I had been well acquainted with tidal 



