My father has a wonderful picture at home. A great waterfall cutting through the rock which towers around it. The rock burns red as the water scars through it. Very dramatic. And I’ve wanted to see that waterfall for years – I managed to get there last weekend.
Awesome truly is the word. In past times they believed God had struck the cliffs to form the cleft. A huge rent in the earth. A scar indeed. It’s difficult for a photo to do it justice, even more so on an overcast day in February (hence my black and white version – I’ll go back for the colour another day)
This is one of the great walks in England. The path starts in the glades of Janet’s Foss, where people hammered nails into the tree trunks as an offering to the faeries. Hidden amongst the trees is a gentle waterfall.
And then comes the drama of the big Falls. Once you’ve climbed the lower falls the gash is revealed where the upper fall punches through the stone
The power of the water is immense, and just to prove it the walk finishes at Malham Cove where the traces of ice and water in the limestone leave clefts between the grykes and clints.
A magnificent scene and a magnificent walk in God’s own county.