Usually on a Saturday,or during school
holidays,depending on the weather,I would go over to see Ben Felyn,the
Miller, to see if I could do anything to help.
I would be given some
menial tasks,but sometimes he would tell me to go up the slope behind
the mill and either close or open the paddles that controlled the force
of the water in the leat that went over the mill wheel. If there was too
much force, the mill wheel,which was not balanced, could shake out of
control and cause quite some damage.
The
other job I was given was to go up to the floor where the millstone was
and wait for the ground flour to begin its journey. From the stone the
flour went into a wooden trough that was metal lined. I had a short
handled, but wide, wooden paddle, and I would push the flour along the
trough to a round hole at the end. This was attached to a canvas 'pipe'
that went into the flour sack on the floor below that Ben would fill and
then sew it closed with string. Job done!!
On the way home, after my efforts, I sometimes had a sit in his car, a bullnose Morris,and imagined driving to faraway places.
The mill was above and to the right of the station. This was not Coedllys mill, that was a woollen mill. I have a length of cloth that was woven there. It was bought by my grandmother who was a seamstress who lived in Plascrwn,where I was born and lived until I joined the RAF.
The mill was above and to the right of the station. This was not Coedllys mill, that was a woollen mill. I have a length of cloth that was woven there. It was bought by my grandmother who was a seamstress who lived in Plascrwn,where I was born and lived until I joined the RAF.
Happy days.
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