Setting out
The Cave The fierceness of the midday sun wanes into a balmy afternoon haze as I lock my bike at the foot of the escarpment. Picking my way among the gritstone boulders as I near the top of the ridge, my pannier straps gently cutting into each side of my neck, I steady myself against the easterly wind, and look out over the Derbyshire Dales below. Perfection. Half-remembered shards of childhood days: sheltering under rocks among the heather; the snare-roll of waterproofs flap