A short drive from home took us on through the valley to the foothills of the mountain and it was from here we embarked on our walk a week ago.
We set off from this tiny hamlet, comprising of a cluster of cottages and an ancient church which looked exquisite bathed in September sunshine and autumn colours. As I've often said, the sound of running water is ever present in this area, so the very least I expected was to see a mountain stream on our walk.
What we did encounter was way beyond my expectations, yes, we quickly came upon a mountain stream tumbling its way over rocks and, as you've seen before in pictures I've posted, the banks were mossy and shaded by the overhanging trees with glints of sun shining through the leaves. However, I can only describe what lay before us as the most magical of sights, a fairy glen of mossy greenness with a series of white tumbling water falls.
The pathway we took closely hugged the side of the stream as we made our way ever upwards. The air had a wonderful smell of earthy dampness and it was difficult to hear each other speak over the sound of falling water. There were times when, we were so close to the side of the waterfall, we could touch the icy water as it cascaded over sheer rocky drops and other places where deep pools reflected inky darkness.
Strangely shaped rock formations stood like totem poles standing sentinel along the banks. This magical place could easily have been taken from a fairy tale about goblins and elfin creatures and yet it was so incredibly beautiful, however, its not a place I could walk alone.
I can do no better than let me pictures show this captivating and yet mysterious scenery.
Green thumb . . . . . . . . . . - Somehow I missed celebrating Earth Day yesterday, so today I'm sharing the view from the front porch this morning looking out across our little quarter acr...
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