A return to the Glitter Mines for some climbing into the uncharted stopes.
A very long, rarely seen and hard to categorize slice of underground southwest.
Floor B catwalk, Cwmorthin mine. Formerly someone’s journey to work, now a catwalk for the leisure classes.
Olga Lehmann’s murals in the Spring Quarry canteen were a highlight from one of the most memorable nights out under Wiltshire. We came so close to the grail, but that had to wait until another time.
Slate quarry bridge, North Wales.
Comrade Spungle jugging out of a Welsh mine, look you…
A comedy boat trip, putrid slippery mud and shoals of crazed fish lay below the stairs.
Stories of cranes, trains and model planes…
Object of desire: an intact headframe with cages jammed in place above a flooded mine shaft.
Afterwards, nothing would quite be the same again…
Finding this place took a long time, entry required an ingenious combination of talents, and the reward was one of the most interesting and varied tunnels I’ve ever seen with countless straw stalactites and a treacle coloured floor.
All that glisters is not gold; Often have you heard that told: Many a man his life hath sold But my outside to behold: Gilded tombs do worms enfold. The Merchant of Venice (Act II – Scene VII) Shakespeare