The fill pipe of course was at the back of the cave. It seems to have been cut into a small extension of the natural cave, so there was a ledge and a little space that I could not see up into. But, I could lift my camera and take a flash photo. Ever get that weird sense that there just has to be something hidden somewhere? Well, sure enough:
The cave is in a tranquil spot. A heron fishes in the water below. No city noise rises above the rippling sounds of a small rapids. While scampering up and down the river bank I saw nobody other than a woman who seemed to be picking up broken bits of tile and brick. I am pretty sure she is one of the local artistic community. Whether she is the re-incarnated spirit of Maude Phillips is less certain.