Sunday dawned with sun for the first time in (what seemed) forever. Not only was it sunny, it was also pushing 60. YBW and I grabbed our cameras, huge bottle of water and headed out.
We went to Millwood to visit…well, a mill. The Burwell-Morgan Mill to be exact. Though sometimes referred to as the Millwood mill.
What do you want from me? It’s Virginia. And though my home state is the Mother of Presidents, the old-timey namers of things weren’t always super creative. I’m just sayin’.
(Actually, there are two mills in Millwood so do with that what you will.)
Anyway, the website showed the mill was open from noon to five.
Lies, lies and propaganda. (Y’all sang that in David Byrne’s voice too, right?)
We arrived at the mill between twelve thirty and one and it was closed up tight. (f**k you, internet)
It was fine, we wandered the property and the surrounding streets. One mill and three churches later we were headed to Linden Vineyards for wine and nibbles.
Burwell-Morgan (or Millwood) Mill
Locked up tight.
Christ Episcopal Church
Cunningham Chapel Parish
Brick house I loved on Bishop Meade Road.
Tin roof, rusted!
They have the most delicious claret at Linden Vineyards. And a damn fine chardonnay (not too oaky).
Sometimes you just have to put on your (monogrammed) rain boots and traipse around in the mud, streams, and leaves, climb stone walls and stand in ditches.
Then go have a glass (or two) of wine.
Camera Days with my Sweetheart are some of my most favorite days.
Cool place, great pictures, really nice post. 💖