Biggly’s Waterfall

I don’t know how I missed it for so long, but in Fairlie near Largs there’s a waterfall named after my little boy Biggles. Yesterday we visited it! In the photo below you can see Biggly himself in the foreground, and behind him is Biglees Waterfall.

As you’ll have noticed the spelling of “Biglees” isn’t quite right, but I’m confident it’s named after my boy. It’s not immediately obvious why the good people of Fairlie would associate their waterfall with The Bigglet; on the face of it there’s nothing about the area that is suggestive of the Beagle form.

However once you’re there in person – right down by the water – the link becomes clear: the waterfall smells funny. I’d describe it as a cross between a wet Beagle boy and the kind of fart that he releases about four hours after he’s been foraging on our local beach. With such a distinctive whiff it’s totally understandable that the waterfall should be named after his Biggleship.

Curiously Beanie didn’t seem jealous of Biggles’ claim to fame. She just got on with the important business of trying to chomp down on the fungal growths and twigs that were all around.

Perhaps somewhere in Britain there’s a waterfall or other natural feature named after the Beanster. If there is, I can only assume that it spends much of its time wrapped in a blankie and likes playing with floppy rabbits that squeak.