Beef Tub

Back along the Dalveen Pass today. It really reminds me of my childhood and trips to visit my Grandma. We'd often stop here as we'd pass, and it was a good opportunity to stretch our legs and get some air, as all four of us were squeezed into the back seat of the car. 

It was a lovely view into the Devil's Beef Tub, but this waterfall means more to me. 

On the drive home I was also struck by several old beech avenues. The trees looked incredibly smooth and muscular in the low sun, like these giant contorted forearms reaching up out of the ground.