We chase Perfection in our lives and so very very often it’s right there before our very eyes and I question what is perfection at time and the truth of it there is no real perfection escepailly in nature as nature does not conform to what we think of as perfection. I notice so much when I am in and I stood transfixed the other day at rievaulx abbey when a swirl of brown leaves went by in a very sleek mistral and it was magical somewhat ethereal you might say.There was no rain it was a crisp clear day with a touch of both warm and coolness in the air with them both buffering each other in the fight of the of temperatures.The noblest and most epic of battles with neither side winning in such a location as an Abbey there is an air of calm , the stillness of calm transitioning over the centuries.

This is why I truly love my English Heritage membership it affords me such treasures as this.And now my husband has a new camera he’s completely in his element in such magical settings.

I think you can have a electronic guide round the place we weren’t offered this but it didn’t matter as we love to wander at our own pace.