11 Chapter 11

“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 the less wind you need to push ’em round, and we don’t get that much wind here.”

Martin heard Colin approach, then felt a reassuring arm wrap around him.

“Missed me?” Colin breathed in Martin’s ear before kissing it.

“No.” But Martin was smiling. “What shape is the tower?” he asked Bruce.