It’s amazing what you can find just a few metres off the trail.
A couple of weeks ago, on one of my rare days off and while my Mum was off for the Easter holidays, we grabbed our cameras and headed out with the intention of photographing a waterfall. We did a spot of research and found one, only to get there and discover there was no where nearby to park and we’d have to park miles away. (Clearly didn’t do enough research.)
Stumped, we spent a few minutes searching the Sat Nav for something else when we saw Ironbridge. My only memories of Ironbridge are my sister and I being forced to dress up in Victorian clothes and have our photo taken together. I think that was the first time I realised I had resting bitch face. I distinctly remember the photographer asking me to look happier, “I am!” was my response.
We headed off in the direction of Ironbridge and I was delighted at what we discovered; a beautiful little British town, nestled in a valley.
We had a wander through the town (they have an intriguing bookshop that reminds me of the kind I explored in Paris), walked across the famous Iron Bridge, and slipped onto a trail on the other side of the gorge. Quick history lesson: Built in 1781, Iron Bridge was the first arch bridge to be made from cast iron. (Don’t say I don’t teach you anything.)
I’m a little bit of an engineering nerd. I’m fascinated by how people built things like that without modern machinery. We’ve got life so easy with all the machinery we could possibly need that it seems almost incomprehensible that our ancestors could build such grand things without it. Don’t even get me started on Machu Picchu.
We managed to get a little bit lost; the trail just seemed to disappear and we couldn’t figure out where we should have gone. We ended up in a part of the forest that seemed quite jurassic, and ended up doing a bit of poking about, when we spotted a waterfall between the trees.
As we’d left the house with the intention of photographing a waterfall, it seemed like fate. We scrambled over trees, hopped over a stream, and tried not to lose our footing in mud and found our way to the bottom of the waterfall. And it was worth it.
For me, there’s something so relaxing and humbling about the power of water. (Do you guys remember how I felt about Dochart Falls?)
It was just the two of us, stood in this little valley, taking in the waterfall with nothing but the sound of water and birds. Moments like that are the moments I live for.
Those moments where nothing else exists. Modern day isn’t a thing, and your eyes are the first eyes to see what’s in front of you.
I need to explore some more falls, so throw any suggestions my way.