Showing posts with label watermill. Show all posts
Showing posts with label watermill. Show all posts

Friday, 3 July 2020

Question existentielle (361)

Je pose une question existentielle, parce que celle-ci m'est venu en tête hier et parce que ça faisait longtemps que je n,en avait pas posé:

-Entre un moulin à eau et un moulin à vent, lequel est le mieux et pourquoi?

Sunday, 19 January 2020

Watermill (and how it works)

Today, we went to Henley and spent a bit of time at the River & Rowing Museum. Small museum, but it has some very interesting sections and it's a great place to keep a child entertained. It is also a nice place for an adult who never really completely grew up, like me. I saw many very fascinating things there, among them this watermill model. I am not very technical, but thought it was really well done, explaining in layman's terms how thw watermill works. I also loved the attention to details: there is a cat and a mouse on this display, as there would be in a real watermill (the mouse eating the grain, the cat hunting the mice). Can you find them?

Thursday, 29 August 2019

De l'eau au moulin

Photo prises il y a quelques jours, au début de nos vacances en Bretagne. C'est bien entendu la roue d'un moulin à eau qui est encore utilisé (enfin parfois utilisé). On a eu droit à une démonstration et c'était très impressionnant. J'aime bien les moulins, je ne sais pas trop pourquoi. J'aime plus les moulins à vent que les moulins à eau (allez encore savoir pourquoi), mais quand même, j'ai vraiment aimé voir la machine fonctionner et surtout cette grande roue activée par l'eau. Petit loup a aussi été très impressionné. Il a même déduit que c'était l'eau du lac qui faisait fonctionner le moulin. J'étais fier.

Monday, 15 March 2010

Sinister mills and a haunting story

Is it me, or do mills in general, windmills or watermills, look sinister? Not that I would mistake windmills for giants or anything, but there is something vaguely ghostly in their appearance, big spectral things standing in an often desolated environment, still or creaking like an haunted house.

Maybe I have this impression about mills because of Krabat/The Satanic Mill, a story by German writer Ottfried Prussler which I have already blogged about in French. It was about a teenager living in poverty as a vagrant, who got hired as an apprentice in a watermill, (after listening to the calls of ravens), only to discover afterwards that the miller is indeed a warlock who kills his most experienced apprentice once a year in a duel to keep his powers. It is a very dark story, but an idealistic one: love vanquishes evil and redeems those who have fallen, power corrupts, but one can escape from its temptations and so on.

They made a movie adaptation recently, which I really want to see. I know Krabat not from the original novel, but from another, much older, animated adaptation by Czech director Karel Zeman, called in French L'Apprenti sorcier and in English Krabat, The Sorcerer's Apprentice, according to imdb. It showed once on a Saturday afternoon when I was a child. I can't believe they were showing such program in the afternoon. Not only because it was violent, many cartoons were at that time, but because when it was violent, it was bloody and even had murders. It also had a dreamlike aesthetic that often took the colours of nightmare. The images were lush and beautiful, but always scary. For the curious, you can find the movie here, in German with English subtitles. When I re-watched it eagerly last Autumn, I was again mesmerised by it. I strongly recommend that you watch it. Krabat is both sweet and terrifying, a rare quality that gives rare pleasures.