You could hear the water before you could see it.
The distant roar meant it had to be cascading over the top and crashing down the front of the dam.
As we got closer we could see the waves, great sheets of water, being blown by the westerlies, sideways down the overspill.
I know why it was such a fab walk.
I packed my waterproofs.
Without them in my rucksac it would have poured relentlessly. That’s sod’s law in reverse :)