Day two: Dryburch

After a well-made English breakfast, we went into the city of Cambridge to look at the beautiful architecture. It’s like walking in a city that stood still in time. This is one of those places I could see myself living for a while. We couldn’t stay long as we had still a long drive ahead of us, but I felt like I would be back here someday.

We drove a lot through the fog today, but up the hills, we were able to get high enough that we could see over the mist. This gives a really strange view and at a few points we thought we could see the sea, but this ended up being the fog itself.

Our lunchbreak stop of today was Whitby Abbey. This church was built in 1539 and has seen more than we can ever imagine. Bram Stoker the writer of the novel Dracula got his inspiration from these ruins and I believe it was Dracula himself who keeps this place completely into the fog as Vampires don’t enjoy the sun much.

Whitby is known as a quiet town during the day, but at night there are more than enough stories that tell different things. Only these ruins have already two different ghosts roaming around and there are even more in the rest of the town. St. Hilda and Constance de Beverly. Constance was one of the nuns at Whitby Abbey who fell in love with a knight. As a nun, this is not allowed, and when her secret was revealed she was bricked into the walls while she was still alive. We thought we heard an owl in one of the towers, but maybe they were her screams.

St. Hilda’s haunted story is a lot nicer. She is still spotted in one of the higher windows, where it looks like she’s praying. She has done this many times while being alive and this is recorded in the energy and the stones of the church.

Far after dusk, we found our way to the hotel we are going to be sleeping tonight and ended the night ones again with a cup of tea. This time in a real Britisch manner: Earl Grey with a bit of milk.