We left the boggy area of the field and headed into an area that was more densely populated by trees. There were a series of channels that directed runoff water from the tops of the highlands down towards the rivers which meant we were on the right path. We picked up a route that took us by a fast flowing stream. The sound of running water was reassuring however the very narrow ridge that we found ourselves on was not so flattering. It was very steep and the only thing stopping us from falling a very long way to our almost certain deaths was a rusty barb wire fence.
We hurried along safely watching our step hoping that we would find a more concise and recognised route at the end of it but that wasn't to be - we hit a dead end. Neither of us really wanted to go over the fence even though it looked a lot safer than what we had just undergone so we turned right and followed the fence back up to the land that we had originally been walking through, it seemed to be one big area.
Mark and Nigel whistled the tune from the film Deliverance as we passed this peculiar site, two rusty machetes sticking out from a tree stump. Well we had been lost for about two hours now and we were starting to get a little worried because this was supposed to be a waterfall walk and so far we had seen zero waterfalls and we were struggling to find normality or even other people. The terrain had become boggy again making it difficult for Sarah who had not planned for this type of hike, though she coped very well.
So, we were lost and we had no way of finding our way - myself, Mark and Sarah were stood still looking around through the trees seeing if we could make some sense of where we might be when a familiar voice broke the silence. "Over here, I think I have found a path" It was Nigel's voice but he was nowhere to be seen. "Where are you?" Mark shouted. There was a pause before Nigel yelled back "I am by the tree" Mark and Sarah looked at me and murmured the words "Is he having a laugh?" The three of us then heard a dog barking which filled us with relief. "Which tree?" Sarah shouted. Moments later Nigel appeared from a dense hedgerow with a smile on his face. We hurried over a stream and through the bushes which brought us out on to a nice clean cut managed path.
Tired and weary it was time to see what we had come for. It was good to see people again and the dog that brushed past us. A bench marked the top of some stairs that lead down to a waterfall so we began the decent. The steps were quite steep and big, as in tall. They must have been at least a foot a step which made me think the way back up is going to hurt. As we got closer to the bottom I could hear falling water, it was like a rumble but the waterfall that I could see ahead of me was only small it did not make the sound that I could hear. I looked at Mark and said is that it? Mark pointed to my left and said no, thats it there. Through the trees I could see a huge torrent of water rushing over at least a 40 foot high ridge. I was blown away, I picked up the pace I wanted to get down and see this thing.