Picture this. It's Sunday morning in the early summer, and you're taking a drive through the English countryside, south of London.

It's a very wooded county, so the lanes you drive to get there are just trees all the way along,

so you're driving through forest in many ways.

This is Peter James, and during the summer months,

he makes the drive to open up a historic structure to the public,

the 200-year-old Lowfield Heath Windmill.

While Picnickers snack on tea and cake in the fields, he'll give guided tours and answer questions.

Peter loves windmills. When I spoke to him, he was in his home, which is a whole other windmill that he built himself.

They appeal to him as these beautiful remnants of a bygone era that are directly connected to the landscape.

Compared to maybe an old house, which looks equally as nice, but it doesn't loom up above the village or it's not on a hilltop.

And this connection to the land is a big reason why I was surprised to learn that this field with the picnics,

it's actually not the windmill's first home.

In fact, it used to live about five minutes away in the village of Lowfield Heath,

which is where it gets its name.

This is where Peter and others found it 40 years ago. It was neglected and falling apart,

so they decided to fix it up. Little did they know that this would go far beyond a typical

restoration. They were taking on a Herculean task that would see the town

come together and, over the course of years, completely dismantle the windmill, reducing it to

bricks and timber before rebuilding it again, somewhere new.

Hi, I'm Talon Stradley, and this is Atlas Obscura, a celebration of the world's strange,

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