Whitby

Oct 30, 7:30am

Oct 30, 7:30am- It must be said this beach does not quite meet my expectations; yet I admire it regardless. Soft autumn breeze caresses my face and runs its fingers through my hair. The tranquil flutter of the falling waves calms me and wafts the well-known scent of salt-water into my direction. I have been reading- Bram Stoker's Dracula, of course. I cannot wait to visit Whitby Abbey and the benches by the graveyard where poor Lucy Westenra became a victim of the Count. And where Mina would rest and talk to the sweet old man Mr Swales; before he died in the very same location.
Unfortunately, I could not read for long as I found myself very distracted by the various things going on around me. Dogs barked, children cried and raced around; throwing buckets and spades in every direction. It wasn't long before it got too painful to deal with and I decided to resort back to my hotel for breakfast.