We yomped through mud and mire, through tussocks and bogs, to get to the East Dart Waterfall. Larks and swallows swooped overhead; armies of foxgloves nodded as we passed, and the Moor felt more and more remote. When we reached the waterfall there were cries of delight. A sideways curtain of water thundering down a moss-lined chute, ending in a gorgeous oval o
f coca-cola coloured water, leading through a narrow channel, to a double infinity pool. We scrambled up the falls, clinging onto the slippery rock faces, before slithering down in the rapids.
We yomped through mud and mire, through tussocks and bogs, to get to the East Dart Waterfall. Larks and swallows swooped overhead; armies of foxgloves nodded as we passed, and the Moor felt more and more remote. When we reached the waterfall there were cries of delight. A sideways curtain of water thundering down a moss-lined chute, ending in a gorgeous oval o
f coca-cola coloured water, leading through a narrow channel, to a double infinity pool. We scrambled up the falls, clinging onto the slippery rock faces, before slithering down in the rapids.
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