I was trying to get this post out earlier, but that didn’t happen.
And a stupid amount of photos to upload.
Anyway, so the day after York we decided to drive to the village of Knaresborough to see our first ever, real life castle. Knaresborough is a picturesque little village right on the River Nidd.
The castle there is in ruins, but it was still fun to walk around in. The girl who gave us a little tour was super sweet and talked a lot about Game of Thrones.
More of the castle grounds:
The stairway down to the kitchen from the sitting area:
Now, Fountains Abbey wasn’t a huge “to-do” on my itinerary. I read about it in a book about English ruins, and I figured since we were in the area we could check it out. That’s where I screwed up. Fountains Abbey was the most amazing part of England, and we should’ve dedicated an entire day to it.
After buying our tickets from the visitor’s center and cafe, we were told to stroll down the walkway for about 10 minutes and pass the gate at the end.
The tower of the ruins peeking out from the woods:
Past the gate:
Then we lost it somewhere in the ruins.
When we saw the abbey from the front, I was surprised at how big it was.
But it wasn’t until we actually walked inside of it that I realized it wasn’t just big, it was enormous. Like nothing I had ever been in before.
Now I’ll post a billion pictures of the place to further my point of just how big it was:
I’m not much of a religious person, but I could totally understand why monks choose this particular location for their spiritual practices. There was just a wondrous sense of peace surrounding the whole area.
And since we were some of the only people there at the time – because we came when the day was almost over – it was so quiet all you could hear were the ravens.
Which is either really cool or really creepy, depending on how you look at it.
More of the abbey:
Inside the tower:
The trees and small stream surrounding the abbey:
By the massive amount of photos I just posted, you could probably tell that I fell in love with the place.
You could easily spend an entire day here, and when we go back, that’s totally what I’m going to do.
Tomorrow’s post is on Edinburgh, and I promise there won’t be nearly as many photos of old rubble.
Thanks for reading!