Iffley Milldetails

Close by [Christ Church] meadow the college barges line the banks of the Isis, and then come other meadows on either side – meadows nameless and indignified by pageantry, but sacred to Oxford’s special flower, the fritillary, and stretching away to where Iffley stands, with its memories of J. H. Newman, and where the old mill, beloved of painters, was burnt down a few years ago.” (p. 21)