Masha du Toit

Some way up the mountain in Newlands Forest there is an abandoned mill.

A couple of years ago, a tree fell on it in a storm, and since then many storms have torn at it:

Its walls are gaping  and the roof in tatters:

Inside, you can see the places where the old mill wheels used to grind:

The corrugated iron is rusted into lace.  When you are inside, you are still outside.  The sounds from outside echo a little in the space.  The wind in the trees, the birds, the mill stream outside.