This bench was at Jervaulx Abbey. The crumbling walls of this ancient Cistercian monastery, heavily clad in their diverse vegetation, present one of the most romantic images of a former splendour and seclusion enjoyed by the white monks. Set humbly against a backdrop of parkland, this privately-owned ruin is an enchanting and enlightening reminder of the simplicity of life, the spiritual devotion, and the harsh conditions endured by the strict order of Cistercians.
We were walking around the Abbey ruins and came across this bench. It was an ideal place for rest and contemplation, something the monks of old would understand.