The abundant bracken lent some autumn colour to the grey day. The surrounding hills lay wreathed in mist and cloud, and everywhere, the water ran. A mysterious carved stone sits near the largest of the falls. Who placed it there, and why?
Later in the day the canals, man-made transport links, beckoned. They were flat and still and disturbed only by the steady patter of the falling rain, a stark contrast to the natural falls. Water, above, beside and beneath, yet not a drop to drink.
Fortunately the local pub had cider. Cheers!