Geevor Tin Mines

 While further down on the west coast, we were near loads of the old tin mines which dad really wanted to visit. So I found one where you could go down the mines and actually speak to a miner.

The first part was walking around the machine rooms. really not much clue what was going on. But I did enjoy the outfit.

My new look

                                     

Fascinated about something

 

 

 

They had the personal areas as if the miners had just left (which happened in the 80s). 

I looked. There were none left. :(

After the personal areas was the large sorting areas with the shaking tables which separated the rock from the tin. There were a lot of these. A lot! 

Miner.

The trip down the mine and chat to the miner wasn't quite as advertised. We did get to chat to a miner outside which was good. Dad and I had lots of questions; mom not so much. 

We left when another group come behind us so they could ask questions. They didn't really. And ended up following us through the mine passages. Which meant I didn't get as many photos as I wanted - I felt really bad about making them wait in the tiny corridors while I lined up a shot. 

I did go first so got some shots. This advantage was balanced with the fact that everyone behind me know where all the low parts of the tunnel where from the bangs and curses coming from the from, i.e me. 

On the evening we went to the Minack theatre. It was a bit stressful as it turns out we were booked in for another night, not the one we turned up one. But we got in anyway. It was "Tell me on a Sunday" which was ok but I wouldn't see it again. Good news though we were a lot warmer this time as we were a lot better prepared. Bad news was the Caribbean food hut was shut so we couldn't get any food. Thankfully we had brought extra cakes form the mine cafe because it was amazing and in huge slices so we were all good. :)