There is a cave like that I know in Anglesey. Aged six, I went in with lots of cousins, and we found a man deep inside. As I remembered it, he spoke only Welsh, but we conversed with him; and he was *mending shoes*. So of course later I thought the whole thing was my imagination. But decades later, the aged aunts said: "When was it that the children came running back shrieking 'There's a man in the cave'?"
It goes a long way back, I discovered later: you have to climb up one side where it seems blocked, and it continues at a higher level. Goodness knows whether it leads to a house: there isn't one about, only Ministry of Defence closed-off land. Sinister, eh?
Penny
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