On the cusp of Samhain as the sun goes down, the floodlit remains of a tenth century monastery takes on an other worldly atmosphere. We arrived at the ghostly ruins of Fountains Abbey as the sky turned to pastel shades of pink and blue, and stayed until the clouds began to part and the stars appeared above us.
Seeing the silhouette of the abbey against the darkening sky as monastic hymns carried through the ruins was incredibly magical.
We sat in a now-empty window of what was once the cellarium, where the Benedictine monks would have eaten and slept, to hear the choir perform their beautiful music.
And with another Samhain observing the end of the harvest season behind us, we now begin to think of all things Christmas.