• There are, indeed, few merrier spectacles than that of many windmills bickering together in a fresh breeze over a woody country; their halting alacrity of movement, their pleasant business, making bread all day with uncouth gesticulation; their air, gigantically human, as of a creature half alive, put a spirit of romance into the tamest landscape.

    Robert Louis Stevenson, June Skinner Sawyers (2002). “Dreams of elsewhere: the selected travel writings of Robert Louis Stevenson”, Neil Wilson Pub Ltd