Who Would Think it Wasn't Going to Last Forever?
The mines of Cornwall, England operated for over 4000 years. Then, after these four millenia of continuous human endeavour, the entire industry became extinct in little more than a single generation. When the end came, it was unexpected, swift and brutal.
Tin, the predominant metal of a number mined in the area, was a key enabler of the Bronze Age—bronze is 12% tin—a period in history which was a precursor to modern, urban civilization. The development of tin mining also propelled ancient international trade from this region to at least as far as the Mediterranean and likely beyond. There is even evidence to suggest that the Roman conquest and occupation of Britain was at least partially about securing a reliable supply of tin.
The Cornish mining industry peaked in the latter half of the 19th century when there were over 2000 tin mines. But with modern times and the awakening of efficient, steam-powered global trade, modern industry became one largely influenced by commodity prices. When low cost competition from overseas developed in the 1870s—in Australia, modern day Malaysia and Bolivia—the industrial consumers of tin quickly realized the origin of the tin just didn’t matter that much. Given the lack of any other differentiator and an unsentimental view of the world, the market went where they could get their tin supply at the lowest possible price.
Increasingly, that wasn’t Cornwall.
Miners were forced to push themselves and their technology to the limit in order to fight what was fundamentally a losing battle to lower production costs. Mine shafts became longer, steeper and pushed into increasingly riskier areas out from the coast and under the sea bed. There were reports that miners came so close to puncturing through the ocean floor—with its instantly fatal consequences—that they could hear the waves crashing against the rocks *above their heads*. There was no holding back the tide, or for that matter, working under it.
For a time in the 20th century, there was a rollercoaster of commodity price spikes that likely gave the industry a reason to be unreasonably optimistic and, in turn, unreasonably pessimistic. Because these cycles ran over a number of years, it was likely difficult to see the bigger picture while living in that picture. That and after *4000 years* of unparalleled, unmitigated success, what reasonable person in their right mind would have ever bet against tin? In reality, though, the industry was in unrelenting, unmerciful and certain decline. There were many who either didn’t realize it, or simply didn’t want to.
When the collapse finally came, it was so fast and so precipitous that the picturesque [engine houses](https://www.cornish-mining.org.uk/delving-deeper/engine-houses) that dot the modern Cornish landscape were built and then rapidly abandoned. In some cases even before the engine was ever assembled inside of them. The last Cornish tin mine, South Crofty, was closed forever in 1998.
Since then, the occasional commodity price rally brings along with it the dewey-eyed hope that a new age of mining in Cornwall may have finally arrived. But as prices inevitably wane, so does the enthusiasm for the deep, dirty and dangerous business of mining metal in the southwest tip of England.
Aftermath
The consequences of the collapse were staggering and far-reaching. Nearly one third of Cornish miners fled to more favourable parts of the world where, despite countless other hardships, their skills were highly valued and they could continue to ply their trade. Cornwall’s loss was the world’s gain however, as much of the hard rock mining expertise in the world owes at least a partial debt to the ingeniuty of displaced and then transplanted Cornish miners.
It’s strange to think that around about 1850, near mining’s zenith, a hardworking Cornish family might have aspired to nothing more or less noble than to bring forth sons who would be strong and brave enough to work the mines like their father and grandfather. Or to have daughters that might marry those miners and bring forth even more miners. Employment, even if it was the difficult and potentially lethal business of working long hours underground, was relatively certain and guaranteed a reasonable level of prosperity. Besides, they had known little else for generations, so the looming catastrophe for them would have been truly hard to imagine. When it did come, for many there was no alternative but to pack up, leave and start again somewhere else. If they were lucky enough to be able to do even that.
Cornwall survived however, eventually transforming itself over the next century from beleagured industrial landscape into an idyllic tourist destination first for city dwellers from other parts of the country and eventually for tourists from abroad enabled by cheap, reliable transportation. My own introduction to Cornwall, in fact, came through the grainy, Kodachrome® slides from my parents honeymoon in 1953. By this time Cornwall’s industrial past was relegated to pictures of quaint, delapidated mine sites on tourist postcards. But eventually that same, even cheaper transportation enabled tourists to fly *over and past* Cornwall on their way to warmer and more exotic destinations, presumably creating an economic echo scarily reminiscent of the days when the mines were steadily closing.
*If you prefer, you can listen to this essay as a [podcast](http://www.ntyessays.com/003-the-collapse-of-the-cornish-tin-mines). This article previously appeared on [LinkedIn Pulse](https://www.linkedin.com/pulse/collapse-cornish-tin-mines-terence-c-gannon) and [Medium](https://medium.com/@TerenceCGannon/the-collapse-of-the-cornish-tin-mines-704cd1f409de) on June 15, 2016. I welcome your comments below. If you enjoyed this article, I would appreciate it if you could share it with your social networks. (header photo: Wikimedia Commons)*
