In the middle of the rolling hills and green fields it stands, majestic and yet modest: an old windmill. Although it is located on private land and its doors are closed to visitors, it magically attracts the gaze of those driving by. Her brick body tells stories of times past when she ground the region's grain. As you pass by on your bike, you can hardly escape the charm of this contemporary witness. A silent symbol of the past that stimulates the imagination and invites you to dream for a moment.