There's trouble at mill

It was a dark cold December night.  As it began to rain we wondered if we were in the right place. 

All we knew was it was in a mill.  We went through a door that was slightly ajar and found that it was empty not a human being in sight.  

As we crept along the corridor, we heard a voice, following the voice we met a gentleman who informed us that we were early and should come back later.

Pub it was, a local pub, a very local unaccustomed to strangers, we kept our heads down and just tried to pass the time.

We headed back to the mill, the space was huge, and cold, so cold they provided us all wit blankets.