Picture this: it is the middle of exam season. I’m desperately looking for excuses to not revise. It is close to 25 Celsius outside. The last thing I wanted to do was read Trusts and Equity by Gary Watt, much though I admire the man himself.

I happened upon Chesterton Windmill. A mere 23 minute drive from my home, this resounded with me as the perfect procrastination destination. I first went there with my housemates Adomas and Bhaskar, the Beast from the East. I then returned with my dearest Claudia.

In characteristic Adomas fashion, he has made a perfectly ordinary photograph of an historic windmill, highly exotic.

Chesterton Windmill was built in 1632 by Inigo Jones under the instruction of Sir Edward Peyto. The tower is supported by six semi circular arches and made of local limestone.

“The new(er) aluminium cap rotates on 15 cast iron rollers and is turned into the wind by a hand-operated winch”

The sail spans 60 ft and carry 450 squared feet of canvas to take the wind and rotate anti-clockwise. The Warwickshire County Council had the Mill renovated between 1965-1971. The version you see today is lovingly preserved.

Claudia’s stylish appearance is on account of it being a lot colder here than in Madrid. I let her borrow my Max Mara dog-tooth jacket. The lighter brown one, not the darker one, which is more suited to real summers.

One of the most striking things about Chesterton Windmill is the view. You can almost see all the way to Leamington.

If you feel so inclined, take a drive down Windmill Hill Lane and take the first left onto The Green. Drive down this road, careful to avoid stray livestock and courageous walkers until you reach the delightful 11th Century church of Saint Giles.

My flatmates and I were fortunate enough to attend the Fun Ride event, where dozens of families came from all over the county to ride horses together. The spectacle was beautiful. I was honoured to be able to meet the 93 year-old verger of this historic church, Mrs. Ellis. She left a lasting impression. It was our great privilege to be given a tour of the church. Below is pictured my absolute favourite part of this and I think most churches I have visited thus far in my lifetime.

Have you ever seen anything as extraordinarily British as a combine harvester in a stained glass window? As the youth say, I am shook.

Finally, a picture of a delightful mother and daughter on their coordinated horses during the fun ride: