I can’t remember quite what chain of Google searches led me to it but I landed on a page about the Falls of Clyde; one of its waterfalls is apparently so grand that it inspired JMW Turner to sketch it and got a mention in one of Wordsworth’s poems. When I discovered it’s only around an hour’s drive from our home it went straight onto my “let’s go there soon” list, and in this case “soon” was last Sunday, when the Autumn colors were at their height.

I instantly knew the visit was going to be a hit when I released Beanie and Biggles from their travel crates; Beanie dived straight onto the passenger seat and stuck her nose against the biggest air vent, while Biggles excitedly stood tall on his back legs to peer out of the side window. There was a bit of frustrated whining and woofing when I took too long to get my walking boots on, and the two of them almost exploded out of the van as we set off on our walk. We hadn’t gone far before I witnessed a memorable sight, and it had nothing to do with foliage or waterfalls: Beanie and Biggles found a large deposit of fox poo and immediately set about rolling in it. I was too slow in unpacking my camera to capture the scene, so you’ll just have to take my word that it was an almost balletic performance. Slowly and deliberately they lowered their heads and rolled their shoulders onto the ground in almost perfect sync, ending up wriggling back to back like two curly hound-colored pieces of scampi in a basket of leaves, smothered in a dressing of finest quality fox shit. It was a great start to the walk for the pups, and there was just enough breeze to keep the pong to an acceptable level.

For the most part the weather was overcast – though there were occasional periods of blue sky and sun – but with all that glorious color around us it felt like a bright day throughout. The path we were on mostly kept us above and away from the water, but at one point I spotted an unofficial trail  leading down a bank and onto a rocky ledge right by a couple of smaller waterfalls. The going appeared wet and probably a bit slippy, but there were no big drops to worry about. I looked down at Beanie and Biggles as I weighed up the the pros and cons of giving it a try; Beanie looked right back at me and her face was saying “Let’s do it Dad!”. Generally when Beanie thinks a bit of off-road exploring is a good idea it turns out that it really isn’t, and oddly enough that turned out to be the case this time as well.

The initially grassy bits were fine, but once we got onto the wet rock my boots gave me almost no grip. A couple of times my feet slipped out from under me but using my arms I managed a controlled fall/slide and somehow the three of us made onto the target ledge. The view from here wasn’t as good as I’d thought it would be but I took a couple of shots anyway, and packed up ready to return to the official path.

This was when the real fun started. As I now discovered, you can do a controlled slide to get down a slippy decline, but the same trick doesn’t work in reverse. I only had to clamber up onto a small ledge to access a relatively easy flat section, but my feet just couldn’t get any grip; the eight Beagle feet next to me weren’t doing any better. I lifted Beanie & Biggles onto the ledge to take them out of the equation, figuring that I’d somehow manage to get up there myself if I went on all fours. I was wrong; that surface couldn’t have been any more slippy if it had been carved from ice and sprayed with silicone lubricant. I soon found myself sliding backwards on my knees and elbows, losing all the hard-won progress I’d made up to that point. Before I came to a stop, the leads in my hand tightened and suddenly Beanie and Biggles went skating past me. They seemed unconcerned by the experience and happily we all stopped well short of the final drop into the water, but anybody watching our performance would have had a few chuckles. I struggled back to my feet and did the one thing that experience has taught me is always a bad idea: I deliberately walked on all the green, mossy bits I could find. Wet moss-covered rock is slippy as hell, but on this occasion it was still less slippy than the bare rock. It took ages but we eventually made it back to the path, and I continued the rest of the walk with big wet patches on my knees and bum. That’s what listening to Beanie gets you!