”I remember one particular incident as if it was only yesterday and that was a very unusual caving expedition I conducted with a couple of friends of mine. We could not have been much older than nine or ten years of age and we were on our own miles away from our homes exploring a particular cave looking for dinosaur remains. The entrance was huge; tall ceilings and wide areas which had bats flying around overhead [If my memory is correct.] and this gave way to a gradual narrowing of the walls and a lowering of head room until we came to a bolder blocking our path. As boys we knew no fear at the time and we were already crawling on our hands and knees having travelled deep into the cave with only candles as a light and chalk marking our way out.
The bolder had a very thin gap underneath and we drew lots as to who should proceed and I was elected and duly placed my stomach to the floor and began to edge forwards. I have caved since but I have never experienced the same adventurous spirit as I had that day and for a few painstaking minutes I squeezed myself underneath until, with my head to one side, I could see the other side.
What I saw remains with me to this day and stopped me going any further because there before me illuminated by my outstretched arm, candle in hand and legs still on the other side, was a set of steps carved into the floor that moved off to my right. It was there, unequivocal, and it sent such a shiver up my spine. Not only was the image clear but the cave had turned into an arched ceiling and an alleyway that had a purpose. I asked to be pulled back and we never returned”
Steve Burton (2011)