At half past three the town hall tower and red roofs of the old town centre were floodlit by low sun against a backdrop of dark clouds.

 

 

By the time I’d crossed the bridge clouds were moving across the sun and the colours had lost their warm glow.  Half an hour later it was snowing.

 

 

The squalls of wet snow didn’t last long and by four thirty the sky was clearing over the rooftops as the light faded to sunset.