We visit the windmill across the road from my house. The bags with freshly milled flour are being lowered around us. We climb all the way to the top. I do a bit of climbing myself, but Valerie is very nervous about that. No need!! I can do this!! But she plucks me off the stairs.The last stairs are really difficult for my mama to carry me. The miller carries me. A stranger carrying me!! No way! I cry loud, but mama has definitely given me to him. Then she follows and all is ok. I find the mill very impressive: such a machinery from wood. And that in my street!