Darryl and some of the others had been spelunking on Saturday, but the Sunday session was to include members from the Gladstone Bushwalking club. We parked at the beginning of the Mt Etna formed track, and walked to the bat cleft. From here we left formed paths and went overland, down and south around the mountain. The limestone is sharp and jagged, and thick gloves were necessary to protect tender hands.
myself and others if I proceeded. The entrance to the cave was protected by a large shady fig tree. So, while the rest of the group went inside, I had morning tea, enjoying coffee and a snack, then spread my bubble-wrap (which Darryl had thoughtfully, and luckily, suggested) on a large flat, but sloping, rock, covered my eyes with my gloves, and promptly went to sleep! Gravity, of course, was intent on beating me and I slowly slid down the rock, but still I managed to get some rest, until I was roused by the sounds of the youngsters returning to the entrance.