Full flow.

First Sunday of the month so went to see if the monthly Farmers market was on, sadly, once again, it wasn't. Had a wander round to where it should have been, to see the river in glorious full flow.
The morning found the snows beginning to fall, and when walking home from the market, it began to fall heavier, though never settled on the paths or roads, but most of the green had turned white. 
Home to read the papers and for bread & soup.