Although I am normally not much of a great hiker, I really enjoyed our hiking trip in the moors a lot. This rough landscape, bush emerging through the mist and fresh air reviving our nostrils added to the wonderful feeling of being outdoors. Of course it was special travelling to the moors with that fancy old steam train but what awaited us when we arrived was even better. What I will never forget is the romantic and idyllic pub we finally discovered. We were hiking through the green for some time where we saw friendly horses and sheep. Then we crossed a bridge over a brook and there on the other side we found this most beautiful pub – what was its name again… yes, the Birch Inn, I remember. Amidst this nature we could help ourselves to a refreshing cider, enjoying it and while doing so contemplating the surrounding landscape.

In the afternoon we travelled onwards to the sea set town of Whitby where we visited Whitby Abbey. This ruin of a medieval church is set in stunning scenery, directly on dramatic cliffs with the untamed North Sea running against the shores. As dramatic as it has been for centuries or even millennia, here the sea sings its eternal choral of time and we as men can only listen to it for a short time, thinking about what life is all about and what we are here for. This wild sea scenery and the awe-inspiring ruins contributed to the unique experience we all had, which moved probably all of our hearts and gave us some impression of that great master plan our beautiful world must be formed after, I do not know by whom – call it God, call it Nature, call it Big Bang’s eternal power of creating life. I really do not know who created this planet with places like Whitby and these eternal forces like the sea, the wind and the earth, but one thing I am sure of – it is the work of a genius.