I've written here before of my long-standing romance with the Vampyr, stemming having read Bram Stoker's Dracula at an early age.

Recently, my friend Jeff visited the town of Whitby, in Yorkshire, and without knowing this history, couldn't help thinking that this view belonged in black and white. As do my memories of the night Dracula's ship went aground at Whitby, the crew dead and the captain tied to the helm so he could steer. Naught but a large black dog was seen escaping the wreck.

And there are tourists just wandering about hither and thither, as if it's just another place on the map. Fools!

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