I spend a lot of time dreaming about swims, but also looking longingly at the OS map trying to find new places. For some time I've been curious about a waterfall at the very northern end of Slapton Sands but never got around to checking it out (partly put off by the long walk). Finally, on a dreary autumnal day, Alex and I set off to find it. The environment down there is bleakly beautiful. Sea and shingle stretch for miles, unusual, silver-green plants grow, and the cliff - aptly named The Slide - rises starkly
behind. As we started on the long trudge to the end we saw a flock of
goldfinches feeding on swaying seed heads. Finally, we reached the end,
but no sign of the waterfall. Alex stopped for a vape break, but I kept
on going, and then heard the sound of rushing water. There, hidden in
the rocks, was a twenty foot waterfall pouring down from the cliff
above, into a small pool, like a mystical crucible.
I spend a lot of time dreaming about swims, but also looking longingly at the OS map trying to find new places. For some time I've been curious about a waterfall at the very northern end of Slapton Sands but never got around to checking it out (partly put off by the long walk). Finally, on a dreary autumnal day, Alex and I set off to find it. The environment down there is bleakly beautiful. Sea and shingle stretch for miles, unusual, silver-green plants grow, and the cliff - aptly named The Slide - rises starkly
behind. As we started on the long trudge to the end we saw a flock of
goldfinches feeding on swaying seed heads. Finally, we reached the end,
but no sign of the waterfall. Alex stopped for a vape break, but I kept
on going, and then heard the sound of rushing water. There, hidden in
the rocks, was a twenty foot waterfall pouring down from the cliff
above, into a small pool, like a mystical crucible. 
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