Whitby

We booked into a B&B overlooking the water in Whitby. Overnight, Sharon became a little queasy and woke up weary. The bed was bad and we had to share a bathroom and the cat I was swinging kept hitting the walls, so we booked into a better one two doors down. The town is lovely with red houses on the walled harbour and up the narrow streets and alleys on the hills. The church with its eerie graveyard on the cliff top and the ruined abbey behind, topping off the setting. Bram Stoker apparently wrote Dracula while staying In a B & B here. I wrote a few postcards in The Ship Inn.

A very relaxing day spent roaming, sitting, reading, writing, drawing. After dinner we walked to the top of the hill to the abbey and graveyard and although we may have disturbed some spirits while taking some night photos, the youngsters running around the headstones spooking each other, probably did a better job.

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