There are No Millers Anymore

If I were asked to write a walks guidebook I’d definitely start with walks from my front door at Longoio. There are so many of them and none seem really well-known, except to locals.

The crisp winter weather continued yesterday and in the afternoon we embarked on one of our favourite circular walks. The first part takes us past one of our fields and then descends into a wide almost-alpine meadow with some restored and some unrestored stone sheds and barns.

The path now leads one past an old mill. There are no signs of the millstones but the purling stream must have once been used to turn a water-wheel. It’s a delightful spot.

But as Edward Arlington Robinson wrote:

The miller’s wife had waited long,
The tea was cold, the fire was dead;
And there might yet be nothing wrong
In how he went and what he said:
“There are no millers any more,”
Was all that she heard him say;
And he had lingered at the door
So long it seemed like yesterday.

The walk then passes by a large mansion which appears still to be in phase of restoration. It has some nice features including fine arches.

The path crosses a couple of rivulets fed by water from the melting snows and then takes a steep turn to arrive at a delightful little house, well-known to us through friendship.

Through friendship, too, there were some miraculously blooming roses in the house’s garden.

Indeed, there were signs of flowers everywhere. As Shelley famously wrote “if winter comes can spring be far behind?”

We could now see the houses of our village of Longoio looking down upon us and we headed for them passing through another property of a great person, and our first builder, who sadly died in January 2007 (have eight years really passed so quickly?).

We entered Longoio through the old mulattieria (or mule track) – a beautiful rustically-engineered road with drainage channel on its right, and ensconced between ancient stone walls.

The characteristic “high street” greeted us with its flung arches and we were soon back in our little house enjoying a well-earned cup of tea (or beer!).

The evening kept in store for us another amazing sunset:


I wonder where we’ll head for today?



4 thoughts on “There are No Millers Anymore

  1. It was quite a tough walk a sort of circular walk and parts of it are boggy at this time of the year especially when it has rained somewhat. It was truly delightgul to see God’s own flowers already in bloom the marigolds the helibores roses strange as it is still pretty cold. Nature knows best but it does get a little confusing.The sunset was truly glorious I had never seen one so amazing! The millers do still exist around and about to mill the chestnuts to make the olive oil and other types of flour maize for polenta wheat for bread rye and so on.

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