|Moisture diffuses the light from a torch in the passage to chamber 3, while gour pools are lit up by my head lamp.|
|I didn't notice those bones next to Dan until I processed the photo...|
This time, we had a real miner accompanying us: Dan Daear, or Thorin Resinshield, to give him his Sunday name. He seemed very much at home, although I had to stop him from trying to re-start the roofing shaft in chamber 3, since he was carrying a handy looking pickaxe. We distracted him with mince pies, while listening to the sounds of the mine: the distant tintinnabulation of water drops in a chamber, the low ullulation of air as the mine breathed. For once, there were no jet planes to fill the mine with booming as they flew overhead and no cars roaring over the Migneint road, half a mile below. A perfect Christmas morning- if you are a mine enthusiast.
|An old air pipe runs through a gour flow in one of the passages|
|Mineralisation on the roof of one of the chambers|