Up my wind mill

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!