Reblogged from Jane Dougherty Writes:
“Hey! Look! A hole in the wall!”
Above their heads, half-hidden among the ferns growing in the trickling damp, a half-moon-shaped opening yawned blackly. Without waiting for Jason, Danny jumped for a handhold, his feet scrabbled for a foothold, and with a lot of swearing and in a flurry of dislodged vegetation, he hauled himself over the lip of the hole, cave, tunnel, whatever it was. He turned. Jason was huffing and panting behind him. When they were both sitting on the flat stone entrance to the black hole, Danny peered inside.