I am tired.
I have been drawing for many hours. It feels nice. My paper is so giant, it could crush me at any moment.
I think also my cottage is haunted, possibly by Charlie the horse. There are strange noises like things are falling but everything is normal. I keep getting this creeped out feeling. I am afraid to turn out the lights.
anyhow, I will add some photos of the mine. I wish I could have gone in deeper. I feel like I only got just one particle of a sugar cube. A sweet taste leaving a longing for more.
At least I got a piece of historic coal for feng shui and burning purposes.