The old mill still has its waterwheel, though I don't think it's turned for some time now.
Pebble came with me. I don't think she'd been brave enough to go down here on her own. She had a good look round the mill.
Some holes in the wall were smaller than others.
And others were just the right size for a cat.
Outside again... what's this? Could this be the wild garlic I failed to find last year?
I left it until it was bigger before gathering any, which was yesterday. I had some in nettle soup (which wasn't very good, if I'm quite honest, but still - wild garlic!) I can see why this could be mistaken for the poisonous lords and ladies...
... especially when the leaves are bigger. But here's the clue: Wild garlic smells of... garlic! Similar appearance, very different smell and taste. Use your noddle and you won't poison yourself.