Further to my last post, I thought I’d just write a few short notes on the history of the Lonewood Mine.
Often I get asked two questions: 1) why do you worry about running the mine when you own such a great property and 2) what makes the most money.
I will answer the second question first (makes sense?). Neither make much money (worst luck!) but one does prop the other up and vice versa. The relative profitability changes a bit depending on the market at the time.
The first question is a bit harder to answer, I will go back into some of our past and that should help explain the (at times) madness.
When I was a small boy my Grandfather Frank Lane owned a “bush block” at Bullock Mountain about 5 miles downstream on the Reddestone Creek. He loved it and spent most winters down there mucking around as it was always warmer. Quite a bit of the rest of his time was spent fighting sapphire mining companies. Many a battle was played out in the court as at that time the chance of getting an honest royalty out of a miner was about zero. Another problem was the fact that proper restoration of the land after mining was unheard of.
I can see why he was frustrated by the invasion of these miners on his peaceful bush block and we need to remember it wasnt just a couple of miners. This was around the height of the sapphire boom in the area so there were many miners including the daily car loads of mostly no-hopers from town that expected free access to anything they could find. Anyway it was in these early days that I guess my initial interest was aroused. The rough minesites and machinery (and people) interested me. Pretty soon, most of my spare time was spent watching (and probably annoying) these facinating men.
By the age of around 9 I had a Honda postal bike that took me anywhere I was allowed. Unfortunately, this resulted in the eventual sale of our bush block. It had been for sale for some time when on a weekend visit I caught up with a funny old chap by the name of Arthur Lancaster. He was a city bloke who bought a mine on the place and came up for extended periods to lose some of his hard earned cash mining. I didnt know that he wasnt aware that the whole property was for sale but me and my big mouth 😦 – within about 8 weeks our bush block was gone. Malcolm, my father, kept one lease that he was informed may have some sapphire on it but much to my disappointment, the rest was lost. However life went on and I kept pestering the miners.
But I will keep the rest of the story for Part 2.
Cheers from Andrew