Inside this small iron clad mine is a couch and some clothes. It seems that for a short while, someone was living inside of it…
North of the assembly complex is a storage network of earthen and concrete bunkers.
A strange sight: Part of the drain here seems to have had a skylight of glass, which has since been filled over. However, the collapsing ceiling began to create natural skylights of its own.
It is unclear whether this area was for coal dumping or ore dumping, though the huge dents in the steel plating suggests the latter.
Cheratte lives on in the shadow of its abandoned coal mine, although most of the shops are abandoned and many of the city’s landmarks have fallen into disrepair. Like other Belgian mining towns, those who have stayed in the town have kept up their apartments, so much of the company-building duplexes and homes are in great condition.
The back of the castle is barely visible through the trees that have grown thick around the walls, making it look so much older.
A safe distance from Prize Mine is its dynamite storage vault, designed to explode up–not out–should the worst happen.
No windows? Bricks? Must be for flammables.
The roof was in bad shape, but too beautiful to avoid. This is the spot were I used to study medieval Latin.