The weather in the morning was very bad with constant heavy rain and sleat but the forecast predicted better weather in the afternoon. We decided to drive to the Steall Falls near Fort William. There is a small car park at the very end of the narrow road up Glen Nevis.

The weather had not improved so we stayed in the car for about an hour. When it finally stopped raining we got ready for our walk and set off. The path soon becomes rough and rocky, and there are glimpses of tremendous rocky mountainsides through the trees. The first photos is looking back towards the car park. At one stream, the way has been cut out of the rock and heads round the corner on a wide ledge. (Photo No3 was taken there on the way to the waterfall. The stream had intensified when we came back and we had to crawl on all four to cross it!) The valley now narrows considerably and the river can occasionally be seen below, crashing over and round huge fallen boulders. The path climbs up a rocky section with the aid of steps and a wooden hand-rail, before reaching the top of the gorge. As you can see from the pictures another weather front was closing in and a tremendous hail storm started just before we arrived at the viewpoint for the waterfall. They are the third highest falls in Scotland, cascading 105 metres down the rockface, and a tremendous sight. The hail was almost blowing vertical from the back. We sheltered behind a rock and I got my camera out for a moment to take a few pot shots of the waterfall in the distance. Rising above the falls is the Munro of An Gearanach, the first peak on the Ring of Steall. You can see the Hail gathering on the ground. It was not possible to walk around and try other standpoints. On the first photo of the waterfall you can spot one of the three walkers from Belgium who accompanied us on the walk. He was brave enough to go closer but came back after a few yards shaking his head in disbelief about the weather.

The way back was quite dangerous. The path was now really slippery due to the hail on the ground and when we arrived back at the car park we were absolutely drenched. Rosalind´s wellies were full of water!