Tucked away in an autumn paradise the ancient mill rickety with age and wear stands contentedly by the flowing cool waters of the lively stream as they rush past it's door. Spilling down over the mossy rocks, frothing and gurgling as they pass, down from the mountain tops in a clean pure rush to the sea.
The wind gently stirs the golden yellow autumn leaves, carrying the cooling chill that lets us know of winter on its way. A place that time forgot, a scene beautifully etched with life and history, magic in the mountains to behold.
Like a million stampeding elephants the rushing waters plummet over the dazzling drop in a thundering voice the deafens the senses and mutes the world... View full product details
As though time slipped by unnoticed, the old mill still sits quietly by the rushing waters of the cool mountain stream. Surround by the stunning... View full product details
Snow dusts the landscape like icing on a black-forest cake, sweet and white and turning everything that is good just that little bit more wonderful... View full product details
Like thunder descended to the earth the rushing waters tremble the ground on which we stand and surveyor this glorious scene. Ghostly and white they... View full product details