Searching For Mining History At South Binner Downs In Cornwall #Cornish #Mining #History

In this video me and mum going for a walk around the historical mining region known as South Binner Downs and go in search of mining history among the mountains of debris left over from Cornwalls mining past. Welcome to South Binner Downs. This isn't your postcard Cornwall of ice cream cones and sandy boot's. This is the interior. The high country. A lonely , wind scourged ridge where the Earth was sliced open , gutted for copper , tin and then abruptly left to the crows and gorse. To walk these downs with a notebook in hand is to engage in a high-stakes dance with gravity and history. The landscape is a minefield of forgotten ambitions. You push through the brambles that claw at your jeans like desperate phantoms. You're boots sinking into the damp peat , always wondering if the next step will plunge you three hundred feet down into a flooded , subterranean abyss. The old shafts are are out here. But now thankfully all capped. And not waiting like open trapdoors. The silence is heavy here. Almost aggressive. But if you stand long enough , the wind through the dead grass starts to sound like the rhythmic , monstrous thud of a Cornish pumping engine beating the water out of the deep adits. It's a beautifully hostile place. There are no safety nets here. No gift shop selling over priced fudge or magnets. Just the skeletal remains stone walls , piles of dead waste rock or spoils, and the undeniable , intoxicating realisation that once men risked life and limb on this very dirt. Chasing a vein metal straight into the dark belly of the earth. It is raw , unfiltered, and magnificent in its decay.