On the south side of Loch Ness there is a small town called Foyers. At this town there is a trail heading down into a canyon where you can see the Falls of Foyers. The River Foyer drops over a 140ft cliff to a pool below that feeds into Loch Ness. There are actually several falls, the biggest being 140 ft.

In 1787 Robert Burns wrote a poem about the falls. Written in pencil above the falls, but never completed, or maybe he wanted it that way.

Among the heathy hills and ragged woods
The roaring Fyers pours his mossy floods;
Till full he dashes on the rocky mounds,
Where, thro’ a shapeless breach, his stream resounds,
As high in air the bursting torrents flow,
As deep-recoiling surges foam below,
Prone down the rock the whitening sheet descends,
And viewless Echo’s ear, astonish’d, rends.
Dim seen, through rising mists and ceaseless show’rs,
The hoary cavern, wide surrounding, low’rs.
Still thro’ the gap the struggling river toils,
And still below, the horrid cauldron boils—
Robert Burns. 1787
On the path leading down there are three stones carved with excerpts from the poem.

 

Among the heathy hills and ragged woods
The roaring Fyers pours his mossy floods

Megan at the Falls of Foyers

Megan at the Falls of Foyers

 

As high in air the bursting torrents flow
As deep-recoiling surges foam below

Nora at the Falls of Foyers

Nora at the Falls of Foyers

 

Still thro’ the gap the struggling river toils
And still below, the horrid cauldron boils

Molly at the Falls of Foyers

Molly at the Falls of Foyers

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