wheal jane | no feed, no water, no chance

I finally reached the highest point of the mine buildings. This gantry stretched across the entire width of the building, with equipment dangling from its lofty reach into the depths below.

By now, it was becoming pitch dark in the building, despite the limited grey light outside, and I didnít fancy a darkened crawl along the narrow platform.

By now, everyone was using torches, and the noise of the metal banging in the wind was becoming intolerable.