Light Spout Waterfall

We finally got around to going somewhere more exciting than the local lanes, fields and park areas. It was a lovely sunny morning with the birds chirping in the hedges whilst they dug up worms for their breakfast. I prefer kibble and my chicken food.

Lenny and I were walked briefly across the field at the front of the house and then found ourselves locked and loaded into the car for a trip. What was this sorcery? We had no idea. Anyway off we went along the lane, turn right and right again, then a left, a right and straight on to our destination. Well, kind of. As the boot opened we breathed in the scent of the countryside and gazed out of our prison cells to the hills towering in most directions around us.

Once our parentals had sorted out their footwear, we were attached to a human and bounded from the car. Off we go then. A lady on a recumbent bicycle drifted past and Lenny aroooed. A man ran past, so I aroooed. This was to be a theme for the first ten minutes or so of our trip. As we wandered (read pulled and strained in our harnesses) along the valley floor we kept on looking up and seeing the hill tops in the distance. Through the water, drink in the river, pull my welly wearing parent into the river and then arooo at another person who wandered past us smiling. Across the ford, over the footbridge and follow the little sign with a green band around it toward Light Spout Waterfall. As we stopped at the junction of the paths, we allowed three people to go ahead of us whilst of course arooooing loud at them.

Looking along the path it started to get rocky and uneven, with boulders and gravel for slipping opportunities. This was going to be fun. Our leads were subsequently shortened as we ascended the first section of the rocky path. Over the boulder, around the edge of the path, through the stream and cross the footbridge. This continued for a while until we arrived at the waterfall which was a trickle thanks to there being little rain for some weeks now.

It was still very pretty and very quiet, so we weren’t disappointed. The circular path seemed to go up steeply next to the waterfall and it was at this point that the parentals looked at Lenny and I both puffing like steam trains. They looked again at the steep path, looked down at us and muttered something about a nearly fifteen year old beagle who doesn’t know when to be careful and who “will be broken through the exertion of continuing the ascent”. We had walked far enough for Lenny and I to turn around for the descent of the path which proved equally as proficient for the chances of slips and slides. Being reined in again was a bit boring to be honest. Returning to the main path we decided that it was a better idea to try and walk in the river, as this was also better for our sore paws, as well as explore the sides of the valley.

I drank the water whilst Lenny tried his best to avoid getting his toe nails slightly damp. He had no choice as he was walked through the little ford further down the hill. Back to the car and we were duly placed in our cells for the return home and our breakfast. We just finished our walk as the people arrived for their trip around the hills of valleys. I’m not sure it would have been as quiet as it had been for our circuit.

Living locally to the Long `Mynd is handy for getting there early, avoiding the more crowded times and giving us the chance to go on shorter exploratory walks. I am now lazed under the desk noisily snoring whilst a parent writes this. Maybe they were right about me being tired.