Fiskdale Upper Mill
I still remember the long walk from where we parked the car. As we climbed the steep, winding road, the Fiskdale Mill gradually came into view, its silhouette a reminder of a bygone era. Just before reaching the main structure, we veered into the trees on the right side of the road, carefully navigating toward the entrance. Earlier, from the car, we had noticed no signs of recent activity around the mill, but we moved forward cautiously nonetheless. The moment we stepped inside through a wide-open door, it was as if we had entered another world. The sight was almost surreal—piles of wooden furniture stretched out across the vast mill floor. Tables, chairs, stools, and other pieces filled the space, creating a maze of craftsmanship frozen in time. As we moved deeper inside, the building’s character began to reveal itself. The back section of the mill was a stark contrast to the main floor. Here, the walls were made of weathered brick, their open-faced texture telling stories of decades ...