A mile or two further up the river. Quite
a deep gorge with steep paths which are dangerous if muddy. Can you
see the face of a Thatcheresque witch in a white promontory on the
cliff face?
Nearer Roslin, the path splits into two paths
which eventually meet up again. The lower path actually has an old
metal handrail set into the cliff-face at one point. This picture
shows the past effects of water-erosion, as seen from the bottom path
beside the river.
Not looking particularly red here, but it
is a Red Birch rather than Silver Birch. Under the ridge where the
tree is growing, are the remains of a dry stane dyke.