As we progressed further into the mine the water got deeper. In places it was so totally still and crystal clear that I had not been aware of entering a pool until my gloved hand broke its surface.
We eventually found ourselves waist deep in water, on a ridge of gooey mud. It progressed to a dangerous sucking-paste as soon as you stepped from the higher ground. We had been underground for at least two hours and decided it was time to return to the surface. Further exploration would have to be made by rubber raft.
In the photo Dan struggles from the mud. Having followed far into this confusing labyrinth we retraced our footsteps by following our cloudy tracks in the water. By way of inference one can assume that those blocked mine entrances that Maggie and I had found last weekend likely covers a maze of similar passages.