Whalley Abbey and Bolton Abbey were so amazing and were ruins from eons ago with different outcomes.
The first is an outline of rock walls and crumbling arches that defines a very sophisticated community of friars near the river Whalley.
The second was a decayed structure which was half in ruins and half restored and has been in continual use for 850 years as a vibrant church community.
They were both in awesome surroundings and a real testament to faith through the ages.
But this is the Abby that means the most to me 🙂
Just kidding, it is not Westminster Abbey that I feel most fond for, but my diva of a grandaughter (andy the editor’s words):
