Three Tales of Deep Places
- Just Another Bug Hunt - Drums in the Deep - The Colour of the Deep I’ve had a thing about caves and dark places since I was young. Some of it stems directly from THE HOBBIT and the goblins under the mountains; I can still remember the nightmare that first reading gave me at age 9, of red eyes in the dark, creeping closer. Round about that same time my pals and I used to share wild stories about possible caves around and under our home town. I also remember being convinced there was a cave somewhere up in the hills from us that had a bear skeleton in it, and that I only had to find it to also find the treasure it had been guarding. Some of my family spent time as miners back then too, and I’d hear stories of theirs, and my imagination filled in the rest. I’ve never been to any really big, deep caverns. It’s something that’s on my bucket list, but then again, what if the lights go out and I’m there alone in the dark? The wee boy who’d just read The Hobbit is still here somewhere inside me, and he’s the one who’d be terrified the most.