Memories of Eaton Dovedale
This is not Dove Holes unless that is actually the name of the caves. However, I have walked this path with my parents many years ago when I was maybe about nine years of age. I did go in the cave too. I know it was before the war. We had a picnic beside the river ....... potted meat sandwiches come to mind. Dorothy Bonfield Queensland, Australia.
My Great Great Aunt Annie Bennington, like her mother before her, carried refreshments and postcards to sell from Milldale down to Reynards Cave. She also fixed the rope from the cave and visitors paid for it's use in helping them up and down the steep climb. She is the lady with her back to the camera in this photo.