1. The History
Comprehensive history HERE from previous visit.
2. The Explore
With my daughter at a kid’s party in Bakewell and myself with a couple of hours to kill, it was a no-brainer to pop over to have another look at everybody’s fave chert mine. Only a stone’s throw away, I parked up and made the steep ascent up the hill. On the way up noticed that there were a number of cave explorers in the car park about to go in for a look round. Didn’t bump into anyone while I was in there.
The mine is a large and maze-like one, all on the level but with a slight incline in places. Decided I’d limit myself to the western side on the mine and it made for a lovely hour or more underground.
Having set up my tripod, light-painted and “took” my first picture, I realised numpty-brain here, despite ensuring a fully-charged battery was inserted into his SLR, forgot to put in a memory card. So ALL of these pictures are phone pics!
3. The Photos
Walking past the main entrance:
Serious RSJ action:
And we’re in:
First up, an old miner’s hoist:
A rusty old Duckham’s oil can:
Ceiling hoist loop:
Rotting wood and an old chain:
Bits and bobs:
Old and new roof supports:
This one’s definitely more old school:
The old electrics look a bit, erm, primitive:
Wire winching wire:
And the winch rope winder:
Loving the old Swarfega hand-cleanser tin:
Some sort of roller:
This passage ends in a collapse:
An old pumping machine just inside on of the mine’s many entrances:
Think this is a water pipe:
Hat-trick of stone-piled ceiling supports:
Rusty old iron girder:
An old miner’s bucket:
Comprehensive history HERE from previous visit.
2. The Explore
With my daughter at a kid’s party in Bakewell and myself with a couple of hours to kill, it was a no-brainer to pop over to have another look at everybody’s fave chert mine. Only a stone’s throw away, I parked up and made the steep ascent up the hill. On the way up noticed that there were a number of cave explorers in the car park about to go in for a look round. Didn’t bump into anyone while I was in there.
The mine is a large and maze-like one, all on the level but with a slight incline in places. Decided I’d limit myself to the western side on the mine and it made for a lovely hour or more underground.
Having set up my tripod, light-painted and “took” my first picture, I realised numpty-brain here, despite ensuring a fully-charged battery was inserted into his SLR, forgot to put in a memory card. So ALL of these pictures are phone pics!
3. The Photos
Walking past the main entrance:
Serious RSJ action:
And we’re in:
First up, an old miner’s hoist:
A rusty old Duckham’s oil can:
Ceiling hoist loop:
Rotting wood and an old chain:
Bits and bobs:
Old and new roof supports:
This one’s definitely more old school:
The old electrics look a bit, erm, primitive:
Wire winching wire:
And the winch rope winder:
Loving the old Swarfega hand-cleanser tin:
Some sort of roller:
This passage ends in a collapse:
An old pumping machine just inside on of the mine’s many entrances:
Think this is a water pipe:
Hat-trick of stone-piled ceiling supports:
Rusty old iron girder:
An old miner’s bucket:
