Mizzle

'Mizzle' was the best description for the weather on a recent short walk at Bolton Abbey. I found this helpful explainer: 'Mizzle' is not, exactly, the same as 'drizzle'. As the word implies, it is mist that is lightly precipitating into droplets, but the droplets are small enough to remain airborne and do not fall as drizzle.' It added atmosphere to the scene but didn't make for the most pleasant walk, especially when it did occasionally segue into proper drizzle. Happily the café in the village provided coffee and then soup to bookend the expedition. 

Our rivers are swelled by so much rain but generally speaking they are just about coping with the volume. 

In parts, a few autumn leaves still cling on despite the best efforts of named storms to dislodge them. (We have just had Fergus, hot on the heels of Elin - fancy names this year!)

There was a waterfall that I haven't noticed before, cascading down near the footbridge. On the other side of the bridge the stepping stones were nowhere to be seen. 

From the end of the bridge you get perhaps the best view of the ruined end of Bolton Abbey, trashed by Henry VIII's reforms in the 1500s, though the other end of the building was preserved as a church for the local population, and it is still used for worship to this day.