It is impossible to run a guided walk of Whitby without delving deeply into its relationship with the sea and surrounding landscape. This is a place that was forged from the mud, blood, rocks and oceans of existence..bent, bowed, subjugated and honed by the elemental forces of nature. It is a living mythology.
Halloween... It is said that there was a time, perhaps not so long ago, on the eve of this festival of all festivals.. when the whole land was overrun with spirits, bogles, knockers, spectres and ghosts, hobgoblins, clabbernappers, kitty-witches, jack-o-lanterns, jinny-burnt-tails and apparitions of every possible shape, form, fashion, kind and description; that there was not a village in England that had not its own peculiar ghost. Every lone dwelling place with a story to tell had its bogle, its spectre, or its knocker. The churches, churchyards, and crossroads were all haunted. Every country lane had its boulder-stone on which an apparition kept watch at night. Every common had its circle of fairies belonging to it. And rarely had a night watchman not seen a spirit...
As we sink into the glories of autumn and Halloween begins to loom, the ghost walks are in full swing. But I haven't really said much this year about my favourite walk - the Walking Tour of Whitby. I meet with so many interesting people who privately book this tour and often get to know them a little better than the good folks who come on the ghost walks, because there is a personal connection made during the booking process.