Inspired by our local working watermill, Blair Atholl Watermill.
The food in their tearoom is awesome too!!
 
Sifts and Giggles
 
In the heart of the quiet village of Blair Atholl, nestled between tall trees and cosy cottages, stood the ancient Watermill. Its stone exterior and moss-covered roof told tales of years gone by. Little did the village folk know, it was also home to three mischievous red squirrels - Rusty, Nutmeg, and Scarlet.
One crisp autumn morning, as the miller prepared for the day's grind, the trio of squirrels scampered in through an open window. The scent of freshly ground flour wafted through the air, tempting their curious noses.
Rusty, with his tufted ears, was the leader of the pack. "Let's have some fun in the flour mill today," he squeaked excitedly. Nutmeg and Scarlet chattered in agreement as they surveyed the scene.
The mill was a playground of adventure for the spirited squirrels. They leaped from one dusty beam to another, their tiny paws leaving prints on sacks of flour. Scarlet, the most daring of the trio, swung from a rope like a flour-covered acrobat.
As the day unfolded, the miller returned to find the unanticipated guests. A puzzled expression crossed his face when he spotted the three red intruders frolicking amidst the flour sacks. Instead of shooing them away, a smile played on his lips.
"Looks like you three want to be honorary millers for the day," he chuckled.
With that, the miller let the red squirrels enjoy their floury escapade. The mischievous trio continued their antics, creating a miniature spectacle in the quaint Watermill of Blair Atholl, leaving behind a sprinkle of laughter and a trail of floury footprints in the memories of the village folk.