When Verity was here last week, we made several trips out to take advantage of the good weather. But Thursday morning was wet, and the forecast didn’t promise any change. Where could we go?
We decided to take a look at the Bracklinn Falls, near Callander. Colin and I had never been there, but if there’s a good time for looking at waterfalls it’s got to be after heavy rain!
In the outskirts of Callander, you turn off onto a narrow road that heads up into the forestry. There’s a car park, and you have to walk the last mile or so to the falls.
Heavy showers were coming over, and the trees were dripping; colours of moss and bark were intense, and droplets trembled on bracken fronds and grasses. The woodlands were dark but not unwelcoming.
Colin spent a while photographing flowers and fungi, and there was certainly a huge variety, all gleaming with moisture from the rain. A party of people passed us on the way there, and they also passed us on their way back, before we had even reached the falls! Meanwhile Colin had got two very wet knees and was remembering just why he needs a good pair of waterproof trousers.
Occasionally the clouds parted to reveal a glimpse of blue sky, but it was soon swallowed up by the next shower. As we neared the falls we could hear a continuous roar, and we realised that they were going to be spectacular.
The path runs alongside the river for a while, allowing you dizzying views of the water. A bit further on, a beautifully designed bridge spans the falls, and you can stand and be mesmerised by the sight. The water was peat-coloured, and frothing like boiling syrup.
That’s a white trainer down there on the rock, just to give an idea of scale!
Droplets on sedge/grass
Wild shamrock and lichen
Rowan leaves turning colour
I’ve discovered that photographing waterfalls isn’t as easy as it sounds, partly because it’s quite difficult to give a sense of scale. Although we took loads of pics I also took some videos, and I’m going to post those here, too. Apart from anything else, they convey the noise!
Back at the car, we got out our little camping gas stove and enjoyed a cup of tea in the gloriously wet woodlands. Tea always tastes better outdoors!
Photos copyright © Colin & Jo Woolf and Verity Sansom