Open to interpretation

"I don't get it."

"Yeah, me neither."

"How 'bout you Jill? Can you make anything of it?"

"Are you guys serious? Don't you see it? In the distance, over there, is an eighteenth century detached four-bay three-storey rubble stone mill set back just off the river. The splendors of the pitched slate roofs with clay ridge tiles, the red brick running bond chimney stacks, and the iron rainwater goods on rendered squared rubble stone eaves were the first things to draw my attention. The random rubble stone walls, the waterwheel, the square apertures to the eaves level, and the dressed rubble stone buttress to the return block are at the forefront as well. It's simply and utterly breathtaking.

And look over there; a patch of green ivy grows on the detached two-bay two-storey rubble stone mill to the south, partially covering a second storey window. The square-headed door opening to first floor with the red brick voussoirs, and a timber boarded door is reminiscent of many other mills of its day. I can also see that the mill is slightly set back from the road and the gravel forecourt is also visible. The time and thought that must have gone into this piece is simply amazing.

The day looks to be a balmy overcast summer afternoon. The river is calm, not a hint of wind present to stir the leaves on the surrounding trees. The branches of a weeping willow gently drape down as if longing to gently kiss the surface of the water. The reflection of the rubble stone mill glistens off of the tranquil river, and all is at peace. This is such a wonderful look at undisturbed beauty at it finest. What more can I say about it? Bravo!"

"Oh...okay."

"Yeah, whatever you say Jill."

"Jeez, guys. What, you don’t think it’s open to interpretation?"

Detailed description of the mill obtained at www.buildingsofireland.ie