More Whitby Abbey

Here's another photo of me at Whitby Abbey. I suppose I'm 'in' the abbey here. It looks all very dramatic. If it was cloudy or there was a storm I could make the photo black and white and it would look even more dramatic. But I would get wet and thinking about that I've gone off the idea. I've had a bit of a look round but didn't find any vampires. Lots of people taking photos but no vampires. Might be a bit sunny for them.

Whitby Abbey

This is Whitby Abbey, well the ruins of Whitby Abbey.

Whitby is on the Yorkshire coast, not that far from York. I'm resting my wings here after the short flight over from York. Its a lovely site. Very popular with photographers, film makers and Dracula.

The first monastery was founded here in 657 by Oswy, the Anglo-Saxon king of Northumbria.They had funny names back then. This monastery was destroyed by the Danes. It was rebuilt during the time of William the Conqueror. This time it lasted until Henry VIII and his Dissolution of the Monasteries. In 1914 it was shelled by two German battlecruisers. They were aiming for something else, but it does seem to attract trouble. I don't think I'd live in a cave here, don't know what would happen. Though I think the Danes and Germans are less prone to attacking Yorkshire now.

St Mary's Abbey, York

This is St Mary's Abbey, well what's left of it. Founded in 1088 it was one the richest Benedictine monasteries in England. That was until Henry VIII and his Dissolution of the monasteries came along in the 1530's. Over the years the buildings fell into decay. Now the ruins are in York Museum Gardens and its all very lovely.

Merry Christmas

As its Christmas I thought I would dig out an old photo. Many years ago I was flying along and three men with beards started following me on camels. I flew for miles but they wouldn't leave. In the end I asked some shepherds where I could hide from these men. They panicked at first but after I said I wasn't going to eat them or their sheep, well maybe a little nibble, they calmed down and suggested a stable nearby. They said I could get something to eat there as well. So I flew off and found the place. I landed and found some people with a baby and thought it would be nice to give them some gold from my hoard as they obviously had no money. Then who should burst in but the men on their camels followed by the shepherds. One of the bearded men didn't have anything with him so gave the baby my gold I had already given him, cheek! They claimed to be wise men, didn't seem that wise to me following a dragon and then pretending my gold was his. I had a camera with me and got one of the shepherds to take a photo of us. Obviously back then we didn't have digital cameras so I've scanned this in from a print I had done later in Rome on the way back to Wales.

Clifford's Tower in York

I'm standing in front of Clifford's Tower. Its part of what's left of York Castle. Originally built by William the Conqueror the castle has been changed over the years. The original wooden tower was burnt down in 1190 and rebuilt. In the middle of 13th C Henry III decided to knock it down and build an entirely stone tower. Wooden castles aren't really that useful, especially against us dragons. For people that can't fly (I don't know how they manage) there are steps going up to the tower. The path used to wind round the mound up to the tower, which sounds more fun than the straight steps there now. Nobody knows why its called Clifford's Tower - they could tell you that before making you climb all those steps to read the information inside the tower.

York Tyburn

I'm at the site of York gallows in Knavesmire, know as York Tyburn. Knavesmire is about a mile from York Castle and is a marshy area. Executions used to attract large crowds who would gather in nearby pubs and get drunk before going to watch the hangings. The gallows were here until 1801 and is now home to York race course, so it still does attract large crowds who get drunk before the entertainment. The most famous person executed here was Dick Turpin in 1739.

Shaun the Sheep - Bristol IV

From Dusk 'til Shaun. A nocturnal Shaun with a sunset colour scheme. I like this one, very colourful. He is in Brandon Hill Nature Park. Hill is the important bit there. It's quite steep. Nice park, but steep. In the background is Cabot Tower, built in 1897 to commemorate the voyage of John Cabot from Bristol to Newfoundland (they thought long and hard over naming that). It's 100 feet high and you can climb to the top using the staircase inside if the climb up the hill wasn't enough for you, or you can fly if you have wings.