Friday, 27 December 2013

Christmas in a mine

Moisture diffuses the light from a torch in the passage to chamber 3, while gour pools are lit up by my head lamp.
We normally go for a mine mooch on Christmas day; it's become a tradition with us now...so once again, we trooped out into a smirring of rain; the skies above Ffestiniog resembling a beaten pewter ceiling. Underground, though... it was business as usual - a little wetter going into the adit, perhaps, and more moisture in the air than normal, but the smell of wet rock and oxidisation was certainly more welcome than the lame festive fare on the idiot's lantern.

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

4 comments:

workbike said...

One of the more sane ways to spend Christmas day. I like your portrait of Dan.

Iain Robinson said...

Thanks, Andy! Hope you had a good Christmas and best wishes for the new year.

geotopoi said...

Looks like Dan had a fun outing! All the best to you all (Dan included) for the New Year!

Iain Robinson said...

Thanks, Graham, all the best to you and yours...hope you have a super year.

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