Walk home in the snow

Another busy day in the wood came to an end and a snuggly old pub in Lincoln old town awaited. The snow started coming down in big fat chunks, the kind that looks like its taking its time - enjoying the journey on the way down. This old mill stands proudly on the one hill in Lincolnshire. I'm reliably informed that you can still buy freshly ground flour here. But for tonight it was still under a fresh blanket of snow.