We are becoming creatures of habit. There was a bite in the air on our canal walk this morning but no sign of snow yet. On the hill opposite a flock of geese were resting. I wish I knew more about where they'd come from or where they're heading.
The reward was great - a window seat in our favourite cafe. It's market day so there's plenty to see and so many photo opportunities Lancaster's a relatively small place so it doesn't take long to spot people you know wandering past.
The Mathematician is rereading Camus' The Outsider for Monday's book group and I'm mulling over my many projects for this year. More on those another time.
For now I'll spend a little longer people watching.