I think we all have our little stories and tales relating to our youth -i was brought up in a small mining village with plenty of farms around -we went pea picking,poyato picking,apple-picking -always something to do-i really enjoyed my early life --all kids want to do to-day is play on computers.

My uncle (once or twice removed), lived until five days before his 100th brithday.  He only died then because his beloved wife had died a few months before and he was broken hearted.

He owned the mill in Wheatley, and right until the end he would whip up to the top of the mill on the wooden spiral stairs while I puffed and panted behind him. 

My dad lived into his 90's as well.  

I have just Googled Wheatley Mill and it comes up with this website 

Is this the mill you are talking about Sue? If it is, it must have been a fascinating place to explore, although from the pictures on their website, a lot of restoration work had to be done in recent years. 

That's the one, Edward.

I was at school in the 70's when they first started raising money for the renovation, and as you can see, it needed allot of work.

I was there for the installation of the sails but not the cap. It s now a working mill.

Many years of work paid off.  

My uncle, mentioned above, never had a day in hospital, no surgeries and lived to be 100. 

I'm 54, had ten surgeries and almost died once, Now I'm batttling tooth and nail to beat cancer.

Wish I had been born healthy.

Still, I intend to live into my 80's at least, and wouldn't mind 90's if I could keep my mind healthy.