Tigers Clough Waterfall, Rivington
In mid June a walk in an English Forest.
In the depths of the forest, far from any signs of civilization. Surrounded by ancient trees..... The iconic Oak tree, to see him, standing dominant over the forest..... the sight takes you back through the layers of history. The trees , the time, what could they say.
Walking across a carpet of seasons past dried leaves, small twigs and branches create a home and shelter for those who call this place their own.
The air still and fresh.....filled with the smell of earth and natural decay. Time to stop, a moment to take in the peace..... Bird song, chattering through the canopy...... the sun breaks through to the carpet, red, brown and golden tones flood before you.......
A glance around and there.... water..... always so tempting...... down to the stream, ferns in full show, mosses face north, fed from the small rapids...... Following the natural path now.
The song of the birds have faded now..... The gentle ripple of water lapping around rocks fills your mind as you stroll....A free stroll, no care in this place....... The sound deepens...... you can pin point it..... Before you the earth rises up, a natural wall protects what you want....... A little scramble up, you can take a glimpse now..... This is what you want... A perfect natural partner to the English forest.... This waterfall.
Take a view on black if you fancy :)