|The passage leading on to stoping|
We first visited this mine a few years ago; it was a difficult mine to access and is even more so now - because the trees have grown up alarmingly since. Apart from staggering about around felled trees and falling down gopher holes, the climb to the adit was accomplished with only a few cuts and bruises. We climbed the big wall that protects the site and found the adit, now almost submerged in vegetation. At this point, I managed to completely snap the head off my tripod. Much basic anglo-saxon ensued, whilst the roadside engineer (Petra) tried to fix things. She eventually came up with the elegant solution of a hair band, securing my camera to the tripod base. The whole point of coming back to the mine was to get some better photos and drive farther in than we'd been able the first time, so I was very grateful for the dear girl's efforts.
|Evening sun streams through the trees near the adit, which is at bottom left.|
|Petra negotiating the lower adit|
|Degrees of flooding witnessed by the walls|
We headed inbye, whilst the narrow adit corkscrewed north and then west, coming out into some stoping with a false floor. After some considerable shuffling and holding of breath, the bad point was passed and we emerged into a spectacular area where stoping continued down below and up above us, presumably leading to daylight. There were also passages filled with stacked deads...the main adit was too narrow for any significant removal of product through to outside, so I am guessing the ore was thrown down to the lower level via the stoping.
|Inside the stoping- sorry about the blurring!|
It was late when we emerged from the adit, and moonlight was in charge outside. The walk back to Rhyd, once we were out of the forestry, was enchanting, the fields painted with an eerie light. I did, however, keep looking back to see if the dark shape of the phantom golfer was lurking in the trees...
|Looking outbye through the stoping, light from Petra's cap lamp at top left.|
|Stacked deads in the main tunnel.|
|A view of Snowdon from the adit mouth.|
|A view of the processing area a few years ago, before the place became infested with conifers.|