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Sylvia's Lost Love

Sylvia's Lost Love

'Sylvia's Lost Love' is named after the forlorn and heartbroken ghost that is said to haunt Whitby's east lighthouse. A beautiful but sad floral fragrance of peony and oud. With earthy but delicate floral notes of sweet woodsmoke and velvet peonies it is sure to capture your heart with the echoes of a love lost......

"At one time there were two brothers, Peter and John, regarded as the best fishermen in the town. Only two years separated the young men, and one summer, both took notice of a seventeen year old girl, by the name of Sylvia Swales. Both tried to court her and she flattered by their attentions, encouraged them both equally. Her father was a practical man, however, and knowing that youth's charms do not last forever, and that life is hard, decided that he would choose which of the brothers should marry his daughter. He did this by measuring the quantity of fish they landed, reasoning that, as both brothers shared a steady and resolute character, the best provider should be the victor.

Throughout that summer and into the autumn, both lads worked hard on their boats, landing record catches on the old fish pier market (now the lifeboat pier), but neither gained an advantage over the other. Finally, on Christmas Eve, the old man made a decision: he who brought in the biggest catch that day would marry his daughter.

Before dawn both lads set sail amidst cheers from the other fishermen who, though were having a holiday, got up early to see them off. Soon the sturdy cobles over the horizon as they raced towards their favourite haunts.

As sunset approached, people began to gather excitedly on the east pier, expecting to see the boats return. The lighthouse beacon was lit, and the light glinted through an ever darkening sky. As the minutes passed, the waiting crowd fell into an expectant hush until two sails were sighted, passing Runswick headland, three miles to the north of Whitby. Soon the boats were clearly seen, gunnels almost submerged by the vast weight of fish on board. When the tide is running down the coast, great care is needed for a sailing vessel to enter Whitby harbour. There is always a danger of being pushed onto the deadly shoal of rocks known as the Scaur beyond the east pier, and it was even more dangerous in that time, before the pier extensions were built. Both men were more than ready to meet this challenge, however, and kept well over to the left as they neared the safety of the piers.

Now people began to cheer excitedly, and the lads, maybe sensing their spirits, began to race each other, forgetting for a moment the true aim of their mission. John, the younger brother, taking a few more risks, got ahead. At this point, Sylvia, who had never previously expressed a preference, knew her heart, and shouted, "Come on Peter!"

Now perhaps it was by some freak of nature that her voice carried over the water clear over the noise the crowd, or perhaps there was some other explanation, but at that moment, John threw up his hands from the tiller of his boat, and threw himself into the sea, the strong current dragging him away. Without a moment's hesitation, Peter turned his boat to attempt a rescue. The people on the pier groaned and cried as they saw the coble overturn on the scaur, throwing Peter into the water with his brother. Despite the gallant attempts of the townsfolk to throw out lines, the brothers were washed away and drowned. Their battered bodies fetching up on Saltwick Nab a few days later. Sylvia never married, and forever blamed herself for the death of her lovers. In later life she could be seen standing for hours on end by the old lighthouse, looking out to sea, as if hoping they would return".

Credit ~ 13 Ghost Stories From Whitby by

Michael Wray


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