One of the things I’m enjoying most about writing fiction is finding real places to include in my story. On Monday I visited the Ruined Mill in Newlands forest, where I’m going to place some of the most exciting scenes in the book I’m writing at the moment. It is a really evocative place – for photographers as well as writers.
It is some way into Newlands Forest, and next to a mill stream that diverts off a small river. Several years ago a tree fell on it – in fact, several trees:
It’s covered in graffiti – “Keep Out” as well as tags and images:
Here is a close up of the back wall, showing some of the rocks that smashed their way through the wall. Some of them are still balanced rather precariously:
The mill-stones are gone, and so is the roof:
Cant’s wait to write these scenes