Whitby Abbey

In a Murray's journal 24 July. Lucy met me at the station looking sweeter and lovelier than ever. We drove up to the house at the crescent in which they have rooms. This is a lovely place. The Little River, the esque, runs through a deep valley which broadens out as it comes near the harbour. A great viaduct runs across with high piers through which the view seems somehow further away than it really is. They have a legend here that when a ship is lost bells are heard out at sea. I must ask the old man about this, he is coming this way. He tells me that he was a sailor in the Greenland fishing