Victorians loved promenading in graveyard. It was true in Whitby like it was true in Paris and while Paris had more of a hill that had been styled into a park/graveyard for those who wanted to search grand names and enjoy some quiet walking among the dead, Whitby had the sea. Chéri was still exploring and curious to find out how this particular activity could be different in his current home.

It was more scenic in a very rural sense, for sure. And it wasn’t as much as an upper class activity, as attested by the girl knitting a blue guernsey. Chéri got closer to her. In a different situation they would have asked to see, curiously, but in this situation they just came as close as reasonable, ignoring any sign of distress, and stared at her hand “‘ello!” They said in English, then put their eyes on her hands, curiously to follow the pattern and figure out how she was doing the work.