11:30 AM, Chester Granary and Mill Chester, EnglandRose approached the tenant house on the property of the granary and mill, her childhood home, where she was born and raised. A water-driven grain mill sat in the rear of the property off the road.
She searched for her father. He was likely up at the mill working. She could see wagons bringing grain for storage or milling. Rose walked up to the mill. It lacked the familiar sound of wood creaking and water spilling off the wheel as the water from the mill pond, fed by the River Dee, rushed down the raceway turned it.
Inside the building itself, there was normally the low rumbling sound of the wooden gearing when it was engaged to turn the runner stone against the bed stone and the grating sound from the stones themselves as they crushed
