The Windmills of Your Mind

Things have been very quiet on the pony front since the 'pony instruments of gastronomic torture' have been sorted (aka as grazing muzzles).

Now 'we' are just waiting until some more arrive in store so that the rest of the troops can be fitted out.

Yesterday I investigated 'the' windmill demolen to check out the internal access.

On Dec 5 the local Christmas Fest is in the Main Street in Foxton and I have been asked to play some carols on the harp, from up on the landing on the windmill.

The staircase inside is very, very steep, not that many degrees off  the vertical so there is no way that the harp can go up that way.   To get the wheat up into the mill area and the flour down there are  trapdoors in all of the floor levels, with a pulley system.   This would seem the only way in which to get the harp up.   I am just a tad wary of that....

It will probably be raining anyway, which will stop the whole idea dead.   In the meantime I am busy learning and practising carols....