Maybe not a giant waterfall but it was big enough on Christmas Eve as the stream dropped down a couple of metiers over the rocks, big enough to make a slight roaring sound. Big enough to stop to watch, mesmerized and fascinated as it swirled, tumbled and poured into the little pool at the bottom.
By the end of November there was nothing here but a trickle but now the stream had come to life after weeks of relentless rain and it’s a sight and sound that I always find stirring here in Grève de Lecq woods.
This stream runs down a little spur valley that starts up near St Ouen’s Village, it’s a valley that has everything; the stream of course which runs over rocks, in places is sandy and is filled with debris from the storm of last weekend. There are ferns and spring flowers, moss and lichen growing on the fallen trees, some of which refuse to die, just start growing again from their new location across the gully. In some places the ferns are doing well up in the trees, growing from where a branch meets the trunk. The Ivy here does well.too, as thick as my wrist on some trees, sometimes hanging down as a vine that you may be tempted to swing on :)
To describe this place as a little paradise might be a little OTT but it certainly is as magical as it is beautiful; at any time of the year :)
