Falling Foss

I’ve never considered myself to be a mountain goat and yesterday proved the point. My mate Pete Stockton and I, had decided to make another trip to Falling Foss. It is a pretty place with a lovely tea room serving wonderful home make cakes and other tasty treats (it was shut). Never mind, Pete had been to get some pies from Stokesly on the way and we had something to drink so all was well.

The last time we ventured there we encountered a woodland nymph crashing through the undergrowth in a pair of hiking boots with mud up to her knees declaring that she wanted to be at one with nature and took her shoes and socks off and walked towards the waterfall. All we wanted was a bit of peace and quiet.

Anyway, this time the descent was a bit easier but I have to say that choosing the wrong way back up, I needed a bit of a pull up from Pete otherwise I’d have ended up back in the stream. If he hadn’t been there I’d still be there. So this brings me on to another point. My camera bag is too heavy and having talked about changing brands to a lighter option, I’m going to have to look seriously at it.

Here’s a couple of images from the day – yes, the trees were that colour and so was the sky. It clouded over an hour after we got there and we found refuge in a nice little pub!  :-