ALP and I decided to take a taxi to Devil’s Bridge rather than the steam train, since a taxi was both cheaper and faster (by 40 minutes). I admit, I get why driving is viewed differently in the UK than it is in the US. After a few miles on those hilly, winding roads, I realized long car trips over that terrain would never be a possibility for me.
We arrived at Devil’s Bridge, and paid admission to the hiking trail. First we viewed the bridge itself, which was beautiful.
Then we began the hour-long hike down into the valley and back up, so that we could view the waterfall from every vantage point.
The trail was narrow, slippery, and steep, but absolutely worth the sore legs I had for the next few days.
When we got back up to the top, we sat for a while to gather ourselves, and then headed across the street to the only available restaurant for lunch.
And hot chocolate!
Bonus shot: Jacob’s Ladder (not for the faint of heart, I held on to the railing the entire time like an elderly lady terrified of breaking a hip).
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