Following the Water to a fall
While we were driving around the North Yorkshire Moors, we managed to stumble across the sleepy town of Beck Hole, seemingly cut off from the general tourist route coaching would be unable to venture down the narrow, winding roads leading down to the old fording point in the densely forested area.
We parked and immediately found a path leading up the hill to the side of the road, the adventurous side of us took over as we wondered where it could lead.
We followed the path up the side of the hill, and as we passed signs warning of long drops, we could see the Ellerbeck flowing by down below. We then heard the toot of the steam train as it passed above (there was a missed opportunity).
After meeting up with the North Yorkshire Steam Railway track, the path came back down to the Ellerbeck. We followed the stream, climbing across trees, jumping mud and generally trying not to fall or slip down into the water, and at the end (or start) all we could here was the dropping of water.
With being surrounded by forest, out came the tripod, and my son and his mother looked on laughing as I balanced precariously on a rock setting up for a long exposure.
With the shot taken, we soaked in the view for a few minutes and then made our way back to the car.