Me, Myself and Catherine

By cspeakman

Mardale resurfaces

So many beautiful blue-sky days recently, most uncharaceristic for this part of the world. However, the consequences are becoming plain to see in the tarns and waters here about. It also means many summits that are often miserable bog plods are now perfectly dry walks on springy carpets of moss and grasses.

Here Haweswater is many feet below normal level, but intriguingly this gives a glimpse of the walls and village of Mardale, submerged when the smaller water was dammed to form todays reservoir early last century. Many of the walls are remarkably well preserved. What on earth would the men who built them think if they saw it today?

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