Day Sixty-Eight:: Fountains Abbey/Bronte Parsonage

I like Cathedrals, I'll admit it.  It is a common complaint that we go to too many as a group.  However I am still not tired of them, I am going strong.  But when you take our group to some abbey ruins, they love those so so much.  This observation is made after being on day five of being in this bus with all the same people and it is wearing on me.  I am going to fight the urge to vent about how rude and disrespectful a group of people here are (also I doubt that they would read this so my ranting will not make a change) and get on with the day.

I love all cathedrals, ruins or not, so again I loved our visit to Fountains Abbey, which was destroyed by Henry VIII when he was going on his round of dissolution of monasteries.  But to cathedral enthusiasts and non-cathedral enthusiasts alike, it is a blessing that happened, because sometimes you just need to climb around on the ruins in ways that would get you kicked out of heaven if you did it in an operating cathedral.  But hey why not?

FINALLY ANOTHER CEILING

I have no emotional attachment to the Bronte sisters, of female novelists of that time, so when we stopped and the Bronte Parsonage for a tour and it was freezing, I just wanted to get back on the bus and cry.  I did not, and honestly, given that I know nothing about the family I gained nothing from the visit except for a good talk with Christine, in which we let some of our feelings about the disrespectful poo-faces on our group in a highly therapeutic manner.

You can actually see the cold.

After a 4 hour drive back to London, I have honestly never been more excited to get back to my crappy bunk bed in my small and stuffy flat and sleep for probably five days and not talk to people unless necessary.

Goodnight,
Kelsie