Again, Cornwall.
#2 If you drive out to the coast guard lookout near St Agnes. Park you transport and then walk back in the direction of aggie you will come to a ‘hole’ where the path goes through a Cornish wall, there is a beehive covered shaft nearby. Follow a path down towards the cliffs and you reach an adit. About 40 yards in there is a winze. The winze looks about 40 feet, its actually a twist to where the winze becomes and incline, and the incline goes down at a steep angle to break out of the cliffs about 80 feet above the sea. There is a level going inland a considerable distance before this. Its called Warrens Well. Queer old place. The noise of the sea and the spray come up to the adit, it’s a place that separates the men from the boys, SRT wise.
The Warren's Well that Roy refers to is the local's name for the mine; The mine's proper name is Wheal Devonshire.
Who Warren was and who would be daft enough to use the place for a source of water no one seems to know. I was told by the late William Doble who's family has worked the clay and sand deposits nearby for a century or more, that at Easter people would gather on the cliff above the mine and small fishing boats woud cluster around the base of the cliff where all would sing hymns. Just what the significance of this gathering was seems now to have faded into obscurity.
Any one taking a trip into the mine must beware of three things:
1. There is a crossroads (after a flatout crawl), waist deep in water and a shaft / stope right on the junction...Glug Glug!
2. The stope immediately to the right of this same junction which is part filled with 'deads' is dangerous. The stulls beneath that once supported the deads have long since gone and all the fines have been washed out from between the rocks leaving them suspended and when I was there last a friend had a narrow escape when the lot started to run. He went down into the water with the stope fill collapsing around him. He was lucky to have come out at all let alone without serious injury.
3. The place is absolutely gaggled with ochre and in places it's like wading through tomato soup, whereas in others the consistency is more akin to Philladelphia cheese.
No real problem with this as such, but the adit drains to the sea and the red slick that emerges is more than a little noticeable especially to the guys that set their lobster pots in the area.
The Environmental Agency would probably have kittens if they were to be tipped off and catch anyone. 😮 😮
Take care and use a rebelay at the first level. :thumbsup:
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