Took a quick look at that video and I think it was taken the same year that I visited. Yeah, it's a very sad story. I've read a couple of books about the place, but the feeling of sadness and loss really hits home when you walk amongst the ruins (well, that and the rotten fish smell that permeates the mud) and find trivial things such as bits of fine broken crockery in the mud that once formed small parts of peoples lives there. I posted a set of images at the time of my visit on DPR, but here is that set along with a couple of bonus shots...
Mardale (2021)
All images taken with the Olympus E-M1 MKII + 12-100 f/4, processed from individual raw files in Capture One Pro 21.
Overview
We approached from the neighbouring valley of Swindale, following the old coffin route that would have been used to carry the dead across the separating fells and away to the church at Shap. This was the view presented to us as we first saw the depleted waters of Haweswater and the extent of the long submerged village that was now visible.
Once A Road To Somewhere
This is the remains of one of the tracks through the village.
The View Towards Harter Fell
This is the view looking up the lake towards the fells at its head from the track seen in the previous image.
Shattered Lives
This stump stands beside the ruins of the village church. There were fragments of fine china and other pottery all over the place which people had collected and deposited in the hollow of this stump.
Squally Showers
The weather on this particular visit was very variable, with regular showers running through the valley. This is looking across the exposed peninsula on the right hand side of the first picture. The church once stood to the left of the where the people are standing.
Anaerobic
I suspect this rocky outcrop was once covered with soil, but that's long been washed away leaving the bleached root structure as the only evidence there was once a tree here.
The Packhorse Bridge
It's barely visible as it's still largely submerged, but this is a packhorse bridge crossing the little river that ran down from Blea Water and Small Water tarn in the hills above.
One Last Look
Looking back at the ruins as we headed back to Swindale. The tree stumps are around the brown part where the peninsula attaches to The Rigg (the forested part intruding on the left of the frame).
After my visit I started looking for old pictures of the area, finding and purchasing this period hand coloured 6x6cm glass slide on Ebay. I've scanned it and cleaned it up quite a bit, I did debate trying to clean the colouring off with alcohol to restore it to the original black and white image, but eventually decided against it. It shows the area as it looked in its heyday and features the Dun Bull Hotel with its adjacent tennis courts.
I don't have an exact comparison image, but this is one I shot from the corpse road that shows a similar area. Amazingly the tennis court is still quite clearly there (the flat rectangle beside the hotel and towards the bottom right of the next picture). This puzzled us when we were down there as we had no idea it was a tennis court, just a surprisingly flat and smooth area amongst the devastation.