Without a doubt, we've got it the best now.
We still have access to the old boys who recall the old days and enrich us with their anecdotes, we've got bright lamps and decent SRT apparatus.
Most importantly, we've got information, we've got easily transferable information. People like Hamilton Jenkin and Cyril Noall had to fight the record office, seek plans from the mining record office and chase every bit of information. We have amazon for buying even the rarest book, all the abandonment plans, geological maps and everything a researcher could possibly need down the road. Rather than taking tracings of maps, you can take digital photographs and manipulate them in the comfort of your own home.
We may be the wrong side of a few mine capping campaigns and a fair few places have collapsed, but there are often ways in and determined diggers always romanticise about what lies the other side.
I resent the missed opportunity not to go down the Wheal Jane affected water table areas when they were pumping and I barely remember seeing the wheels revolving at the Crofty shafts. In a way, I think we are in an island of inaction in Cornwall and hopefully, things will resume and old magical places will be pumped out after decades or even centuries of being flooded.
The information aspect and proper light put now in the lead.
You can't see the big stope in wheal jane with an oldham. With a Roy Fellows lamp, you can light it up like Tesco.