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something important. And then we were at the start of the track that wound down the cliff-edged ravine to the first cove.
    â€˜You turn left in about a hundred yards,’ Petra said. ‘After that we walk.’
    I stopped at the turn-off, waiting for the others, and after that we were on sand and gravel – not a road, nor even atrack, just a piece of cliff-top country, a sort of maquis. Judging by the litter and the worn patches of thyme people came here to picnic, fornicate, or simply park their cars and sleep in the sun. It was tired, worn-looking country, but as I pushed on, driving carefully round the worst of the potholes, I realised that we had moved on to some sort of a track. A sharp turning to the right, a cave entrance marked by a sprinkling of tattered rags, then we were dropping down very steeply. ‘You’ll be able to park at the bottom,’ Petra assured me. ‘There’s just room to turn there. Do you know this place?’
    â€˜Once or twice I’ve stopped at the top,’ I said. ‘But only for a bite to eat or to relieve myself before going down to the cove.’
    She nodded. ‘If you’d got out and walked around you’d have found quite a few cave entrances. There’s one that looks almost like a house. It’s got a painted front door, a couple of windows, a stove pipe stuck out of the side and a vine trained over an arbour of wooden posts. I’m told the man it belongs to visits it regularly right through the winter.’
    We reached the bottom, the narrow gravel track petering out into what looked like a watercourse. There was only just room to turn the two cars and park them with their back ends in the shrubbery. I thought we had reached the bottom of the ravine then, but Petra said no, we still had a hundred yards or so to go, then there was a soft patch, almost a stretch of bog to cross before climbing up to the cave entrance. ‘It will take us about ten minutes.’
    By then we were out of the cars, all four of us standing in a patch of moonlight. The bushes were higher here, their shadows very black, and no sign of the cliffs that edged the ravine. ‘How did you find it?’ Soo asked her.
    â€˜I don’t know really – some sixth sense, I think. The first time I came to Cales Coves was about six months ago. I’ve always been fascinated by natural caves. Most of them are in limestone and water-worn like these. And after I had explored several of them, I made enquiries and managed tolocate a fisherman who uses a cave down by the water, just by the rock ledge that leads round into the other cove. He keeps his nets and gear there and it was he who told me there were several caves above here on the far side of the ravine. He thought it probable that very few people knew about them. The cave openings are mostly hidden by vegetation. At any rate, he hadn’t heard of anybody visiting them, and though he thought I was mad, he very kindly came with me that first time. There are about half a dozen of them up there at the base of the cliffs. I came here several times after that, and then yesterday I found somebody had been digging in one of them. That’s where the wall drawing is.’ She started to move off. ‘Come on. I’ll lead the way.’
    But Soo wasn’t at all happy at being left on her own, and it was only when Lloyd Jones agreed to stay with her that she accepted the situation. I hesitated, suddenly uneasy at leaving her there. But Petra had already bounded off into the bushes. ‘I’ll tell you about it on the way home,’ I said and followed her along what seemed to be the ghost of a path. The ground became damper, the light of my torch showing the imprint of soft-soled shoes.
    We came to water, a shallow flow over gravel, the bright green of aquatic plants, and at that point we could see the moon shining on the cliffs above us, a grey, very broken curtain of rock splattered with the