Following on from yesterday comes the Apprentice House. This is up a steep hill from the mill itself, which seems like a cruel turn of fate, having to haul yourself up there at the end of a hard day, clogs scraping on the road.
There's a working garden and outbuildings that house the produce, this is pretty much how the garden has always been.
You go into the house via the schoolroom, which was cosy and warm on our visit, I'm not sure a real Victorian tutor would be so welcoming and smiley.
Then you go upstairs straight into what was the boys' dormitory...
Sixty boys slept in here, which to my reckoning is at least three to a bed. Spartan is the only word that springs to mind.
Back down the other set of stairs into the small and cosy kitchen...
It was difficult to get in this part as there were loads of people crowded round the coal fire warming themselves. It was a roarer and very welcome.
Out side the back door were the less cosy aspects of a Victorian kitchen...
And no farm kitchen is complete without the mouser...
Take a look at that ear. This one takes no prisoners!
