A river on a bright summer's day, the banks lined with green lush trees hanging over the water, and pink flowers. The river is acting like a mirror, showing an oil-painting-like version of the trees on the banks.

The top of the weir in the woodland, the river is all still until it comes crashing down into white foam down the manmade steps, but somehow there still remains an island of trees in the middle of the river at the bottom, clinging onto rocks.

A look from the bottom of the weir cutting through woodland, white water tumbling down the steps and flowing over boulders.