Updated Stig of the Dump (cave description)

Original
He was lying in a kind of shelter. Looking up he could see a roof, or a part of a roof, made of elder branches, a very rotten carpet, and rusty old sheets of iron.

He’d never seen anything like the collection of bits and pieces, odds and ends, bric-a-brac and old brock, that this Stig creature had lying about his den. There were stones and bones, fossils and bottles, skins and tins, stacks of sticks and hanks of string. There were motor car tyres and hats from old scarecrows, nuts and bolts and bobbles from brass bedsteads. There was a coal scuttle full of dead electric light bulbs and a basin with rusty screws and nails in it. There was a pile of bracken and newspapers that looked as if it were used for a bed.

First, the plumbing. Where the water dripped through a crack in the roof of the cave he had wedged the mud-guard of a bicycle. The water ran along this, through the tube of a vacuum-cleaner, and into a big can with writing on it. By the side of this was a plastic football carefully cut in half, and Stig dipped up some water and offered it to Barney. Barney had swallowed a mouthful before he made out the writing on the can: it said WEEDKILLER. However, the water only tasted of rust and rubber.

New:
Eventually, the veil of darkness parted to reveal small details Barney could not see before. Crevices studied the walls which were hidden behind huge mounds of miscallaeneous. Sage creepers draped from the leviathanesque cliff like natural curtains. He strolled through the cave, the bracken clawing at his legs, toward the disproportionate humanoid figure watching him. The being spoke incoherently in a language of grunts and snorts Barney only understood one word – Stig. He figured that that was his name (and a peculiar one at that…)