Down, down into the cool and damp depths, ducking and squeezing we go.
Around a corner and all of a sudden, a cathedral of twinkling ghosts.
The priceless sparkles dull when possessed. Just be here with me and drink it in.
Back out into the air and the tree leaves are dancing in the hot summer wind.
Photographed at Buchan Caves Reserve. We introduced the kids to caving here.
We give adventures.
We keep the wilderness wild.
And we leave no trace.