As soon as I have finished the previous post, the weather improves.
So I put my shoes on, get my jacket and camera, and I’m off. I think it’s pointless to go all the way to Llangollen and not see any of it.
The canal towards the falls is still navigable for a while. And extremely clear. In places I can even see huge fish swimming.
It’s a delightful walk along the towpath. The weather threatens to interfere once or twice, but there would have been enough bridges to take shelter under.
Except, of course, this one.
After about 45 minutes I reach the end of the canal.
And just around the corner is the famous Horseshoe Fall.
Yes, it falls. But not a lot. Not like the other Horseshoe Falls I’ve seen.
And it looks rather man-made to me. It’s a too perfect half-round to be natural, and not ragged at the top.
(Later, back on the boat, Wikipedia will confirm that it is just a weir, and man-made.)
But it blends in very well with the surrounding nature.
On the way back, just as I’m getting off the towpath to take a shortcut to the boat I see part of the past.
I know it is a trip boat, and they didn’t have hi-vis jackets in them days, and the horse is too big to fit under bridges on many towpaths, but still…
Yes, a good decision to walk to the Falls. Especially the time I did it at. Ten minutes after I’m back the heavens opens, and they start to throw stones. I know, I am a lucky girl, sometimes.