Mardale Green

This morning, the Minx ran all the way from the hotel to the foot of the reservoir as part of her training for the Loch Ness 10k. She was faster than I anticipated and she was sat on the car park wall when I arrived to collect her. There was no one else around, so we were able to have a better look at the exposed land. From this angle it was amazing just how much of the old road can be seen.

So, later in the day, while the Minx had a belated post-run nap, I went back down to walk out along the track. If you look at my extras, the first photo is taken from slightly further forward than an equivalent shot from my blip back in March. The second is taken from lightly further forward. 

The third picture is taken where the road meets a small beck. I assume this is the original bridge from when the road was in use, which suggests that streams and river that run down to the reservoir have re-established their original courses from a hundred years ago despite being flooded for all that time. 

The final two photos show how far you can follow the road at the moment. In the last picture, I think that must be the stone remains of a building just to the right there. 

As you can imagine, It was quite eerie walking along the road, partly because of the remains of the village, of course, but also to look up around at the hills and think of the people who had seen that exact same view as me as they followed the same route that I was now.

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