The Batt Visits the Kat
The windmill is one of those rare romantic pieces of machinery in my mind. As a child we spent long car journeys in Australia counting their angular bodies. We fondly called them ‘roundies’. They were familiar friends, their groaning and squeaking part of our everyday sound scape as they pumped the water from the house [...]
The windmill is one of those rare romantic pieces of machinery in my mind. As a child we spent long car journeys in Australia counting their angular bodies. We fondly called them ‘roundies’. They were familiar friends, their groaning and squeaking part of our everyday sound scape as they pumped the water from the house [...]
