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Today's offering is a mine stack. Again only about a mile from me house, this remnant of a bygone and prosperous Cornish age is part of a string of tin mines called The Great Flat Lode.
These massive husks once held the steam engines that operated the pumps and lifts, and they dot the whole of Cornwall's landscape like so many rotting teeth.
I used to hate their ugliness but recently have been wondering how much it would cost to make one habitable. The only problem would be the rather large drop below the floor - still a good way to dispose of all those people who pissed me off.
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Today's offering is a mine stack. Again only about a mile from me house, this remnant of a bygone and prosperous Cornish age is part of a string of tin mines called The Great Flat Lode.
These massive husks once held the steam engines that operated the pumps and lifts, and they dot the whole of Cornwall's landscape like so many rotting teeth.
I used to hate their ugliness but recently have been wondering how much it would cost to make one habitable. The only problem would be the rather large drop below the floor - still a good way to dispose of all those people who pissed me off.
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He has, also, translated into Portuguese the Wealth of Nations by Adam Smith.
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So which message did you choose then, Mr Lapa? I am thinking that the third one down may have been yours.
I left a comment and blogger ate it. I am so not impressed.
I think I said:
I'm going with the last message.
I think the minestack is gorgeous - there is often beauty hidden in the ugly. I think it would make a great castle. You could keep your dragons in the deep hole beneath the floorboards, or use it as your bunker or as a place to ripen cheese... The possibilities are endless!
You could get a great fire going in the chimley though!
It would make a great block of flats wouldn't it?? I have memorised the name of that Portugese bloke as suggested ( yeah right).
I don't know what gives me the sneaky feeling that Mr Lapa just might not have read the post ...
Be afraid, Mr Lapa, be very afraid ...
Are any minestacks available for squatting? I could see myself living there.
No worries, Vanpod, you are here now! There is beauty hidden beneath most things, except the legs of me jeans, me knees are awful!
The bottom of the chiminee is room sized, Jon, - would make a nice library?
Flats, Mutley? Oh no, this one is just for me - find yer own, There are hundreds to choose from.
Do you think, Debi? Mi Aguiar id going to be a 'passanger in transit' off the end of me pointy boot if he cold calls again! Hmm, then again, maybe I should advertise Coven of One like this.....
I used to pass by a renovated minestack - somewhere near St Agnes, but can't exactly remember where - sorry, not much help really! But it looked fabulous.
I think those mine stacks could only be ugly to someone who has many around them. I love the shape of it and all that brick.
Love the mine stack, wish you'd posted it eons ago, it's fascinating and would have fit into my book, if only I'd known about them. Still never mind. I'm taking the one about burying bodies. Cheers. Meanwhile I'll try to forget the name of that great author.
That chimney would need a mother of a ladder to reach the books at the top !
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He has, also, translated into Phoctober an array of images.
He has been awarded several blog prizes, though some seem to have been awarded mistakenly.
Don't forget the name of this great blogger, you'll be hearing of him soon. (Technically, you just heard of him already.)
Please, add this lackluster blog to your favorites.
Oh wow Maht, you have stumbled upon a new fashion statement for blogs. How cool. I think everyone should start promoting their blogs like this. On me way......
The photo on the bottom wins, hands down. What a great shot!
Thanks!
It looks... foreboding... all in black and white with the scraggly bushes. How cool!
Scarlett & Viaggiatore
The one you are thinking of Hannah, is Wheal Rose, near St Agnes, it's lovely - I want one!
The stack's tend to be in very desolate places, Kat and are now just the sad remains from a time when Cornwall once prospered. I suppose they are beautiful in a rugged kind of way.
Yay, burying bodies also, V - chuck 'em down a shaft. No one will know.
Don't be silly, John G, one would have a lift.
Thanks Scarlett. Shame you couldn't hear the wind whistling through this granite munter - shiver.
I'll go with the heart/eyes.
Like the mine stack. Maybe I wouldn't if I saw them all the time, dotted around countryside. But one standing like that, looks a good place to house one's imagination. A child's mind would imagine they were such wonderful things.
I go with heart and eyes anytime, Taff!
The perfect combination of the Serenity prayer and the mine stack for the bodies...
Before I am consigned to the stygian depths beneath your Mine Stack might I at least have a glimpse of Grandma Martha before my demise?
You did promise after all.
Love and light....! John
I'll snag the friendship prayer thanks. the fleas can nestle amidst the hairs on my tongue.
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