“I know. I’ll get used to it soon.”
“Can I see the windmill?” Martin asked, holding up his hands to demonstrate what he meant.
“Sure, mate. I’ll take your arm and—”
Martin explained how it was easier and safer for him to take Bruce’s arm, and what a strong, muscular arm it was, too.
The ground changed from grass to concrete, Bruce explaining it was part of the windmill’s foundations.
“Here we are.”
Bruce took Martin’s hand and placed it on a rough strip of folded metal, Martin recognising it as an angle iron. With his other hand Martin explored, but found empty air.
“I thought it would be a building…you know, solid.”
“Nah, mate it’s an open structure, just a skeleton.” Bruce went on to explain about how windmills were constructed and the size and number of blades. “The more blades
