Let’s continue on yesterday, shall we? After I checked into the hostel, I wandered around for a while. There were cobblestones streets, and narrow alleyways, and stairways with names. Speaking of stairways…
This hostel is incredible. It’s an old building, it might have been part of the grounds of the house that’s situated next to the Abbey. From the window in my room I could see the Abbey itself, and from the front door I can see St. Mary’s church and the graveyard.
Last night I took a “ghost tour” of Whitby. There actually aren’t that many ghosts in Whitby, who was a bit overdramatic but effectively sinister, embelished with stories of witches, Dracula, and demon-hounds. All in all, very interesting. I got to see parts of Whitby I wouldn’t have seen otherwise.
This morning I went for a walk along the top of the cliff. I nearly got blown off, the winds are that strong.