Nov 7, 2025
Low Force (or Low Foss, if you’re feeling old-timey) is doing its best impression of a romantic novel cover this autumn: all golden leaves, dramatic mist, and the occasional soggy sock. The waterfall tumbles dreamily over ancient stone, while I tumble trying to pose for a photo. I attempted a graceful descent, but instead invented a new yoga pose called “Slippery Panic.”
The rocks are slicker than my social skills, the rain is persistent, and the colours are so vivid they make my camera weep.
It’s the kind of place that makes you believe in woodland sprites, or at least in the healing power of a thermos full of tea.
Here it is in Haiku:
Slipped on wisdom’s edge: mud-smeared, leaf-crowned, slightly bruised, I see clearer now.