Once

Once there was a town that grew overnight, a town that became engorged with life from the tin that was discovered deep underground. Within a decade a set of nondescript little villages became a boomtown, a hive of industrial buildings and the pride of Victorian mastery over granite.
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Tin became akin to gold, money poured in and the whole town worked it until the rivers ran red with ore waste. The town grew until most of the population were underground, or tending to the various smelting, stamping and milling processes.
By the 1970's Strange town had outlived it's usefulness. The mines started to close and and unemployment was rife. Buildings fell to ruin.
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Ten years later there was only one working mine and the buildings along the once busy railway started to crumble away.
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Not all was lost, many buildings took on a new persona but the locals thought the statues in need of some trendy headgear (this happens at least once a week).


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And the train station, that once fed tin to a hungry world....




..became a sad little place, but still retained its rather fetching chimney's. Today the town is pulling itself up off the floor.

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Not all of Cornwall is beautiful but this is Strange Town and this is where I live.


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