Every vacation seems to have at least one day that does not go to plan.
Today was that day.
Our plan was to drive out to Pickering Castle, then hit Helmsley Castle and Rievaulx Abbey on the way back. Unfortunately, we never made it due to some confusion at the petrol station.
We took the A6108 back toward the A684 and Hawes. We passed Jervaulx Abbey along the way, so we stopped, partly to do some actual sightseeing, and partly so the day was not completely without merit.
Jervaulx was a Cistercian abbey that fared rather worse than most in the Dissolution of the Monasteries. Very little of it is now standing, but the ruins that remain give an idea of the size of the abbey. Apparently the abbot ticked off Henry VIII enough that the entire monastery (building and inhabitants) was terminated with extreme prejudice. Quite a shame, really - it must once have been quite lovely. [Ed: I also got a slight bit of a creepy feeling in the cloister area, and I'm not normally sensitive to such things. M has said he felt something similar when he visited it in the past. Wonder if there's something to that...]
Tomorrow we check out of Hawes and head for London. I will hate having to leave Yorkshire.
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