In the current book I am working on, a pivotal battle takes place under ground. In fact, going under the earth was one of my principle reasons for coming to Wales. This part of the world is riddled with limestone caves, but the place I am looking for is deep inside a mine. A mine which itself is a morass of caves and hidden places.
I found it. Want a peek inside?
The roof of the mine was not solid, but pocked with caves, and the different stratas of rock showed through even in the low light.
One thing I did not expect was how much the limestone muted sound under the ground. I expected the tunnels — and especially the big caves — to be echo-ey, but no. Water dripped everywhere, but I couldn’t hear the drops until they fell right by my ear.
This was no hotspring, but the water was not cold, either. Perfect room — or rather, cave — temperature.
And this shot? The route down into the depths, via ladder, ropes and chains. Spelunking was not on the menu the day I visited, and I’m pretty relieved it wasn’t an option!
Since my day in the mines, I’ve had a rather more above-ground view of Wales.