I gutted the mill yesterday. As soon as I can borrow my daughter's car I'll drop it off at a thrift store.
The mill was my first contest kit...I built something too big, I rushed it, my skills were at a novice level...I've never been happy with it. I've given thought over the last year or so to gutting it, then remodeling and fixing the things that have fallen apart and I don't like...but three years of occupying my dining room is enough, I've lost all attachment to it, it's time for it to go, I am sick of looking at it.
Goodbye, Moulin Cerulean...you taught me new things, and I thank you for that. Hopefully one day, a few years from now, I'll stumble across a story on the internet of how some budding hobbyist found you at the thrift store and made you over into the cottage of their dreams. Good Luck.