There were two ways by which one could get to the Old Stone Mill One from the sideroad by a lane which edged with grassy flower decked banks wound between snake fences along which straggled irregular clumps of hazel and blue beech dogwood and thorn bushes and beyond which stretched on one side fields of grain just heading out this bright June morning and on the other side a long strip of hay fields of mixed timothy and red clover generous of colour and perfume which ran along the snake fence till it came to a potato patch which in turn led to an orchard where the lane began to drop down to the Mill valley