Dinorwic, a whole mountainside hollowed out in the pursuit of slate. A stark, desolate, hauntingly beautiful testament to man’s environmental impact.
The rich green growth on the oak’s boughs framed these derelict miner’s cottages. Nature reclaiming the quarry in the wake of industry.
I waited till light punched through the overcast blanket of grey, fleetingly illuminating the barracks and setting it apart from the gloom of the shaded mountains and spoil heaps.