North Petteril River

We had a wander through the village this afternoon. I wanted to take a wreath and put it on Mum's grave. I was using the same artificial one I have used every year but last night I personalized it with some holly from the garden.

The river, the one that sometimes floods our garden was flowing quite fast and I was fascinated by how the flow so clearly showed what we were taught at school about erosion of banks and silt deposition with fast and slow parts of the flow.

And a few more tearful moments. We got the boxes of Christmas decorations out so at least Advent has come to our house. I suppose the rest will go up next weekend.