The Windmill is on top of Broadhalfpenny Down. It was built over a century ago now, maybe more. There's a very strange man that lives in it with his wife. He's not from round here. I've heard tell that he writes cartoon books for a living. He's always driving round in his fancy Mercedes Benz trying to pretend he's one of us (though he is doomed to fail because the only person who could conceivably thought of as "one of us" who has a mercedes benz is Old Man Parks. He keeps his pigs in it and it doesn't go though he said he'd clean it up and sell it to me for a hundred quid). Your man from the windmill tried to buy me a pint once in The George & Dragon, but I wouldn't take it. I don't hold with outsiders.
Mind, He's probably not all bad. He lent my cousin Seth a ladder once.
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