We woke on the last day of November to find the first snowfall of the winter had happened overnight. It wasn't entirely expected in this part of Yorkshire. The 'amber alert' area had been further north and east but was revised overnight. It was jolly cold, a heavy frost exacerbating the effect of the minor flurry of snow. When the sun came out it soon melted the ice where its rays touched but in the shadows the frosting lasted all day.
I had already planned to go for a walk so it was pleasant to stroll along the riverside at Bolton Abbey. I enjoyed the effect of the sunshine catching the trees and turning them gold, whilst the river was mostly enveloped in a blue-brown shadow.
I crossed over at the aqueduct bridge, that strange crenellated structure, and walked back to the Cavendish Pavilion along the higher route at the other side.