In August 2014 I visited
Scarborough and had a run up to Whitby for a few hours. I found what purports
to be Dracula’s final resting place (see last photo.)
Walking out of
Whitby I passed an old man with a hunched back and walking sticks. How does someone get an arched back like that, I thought, as he plodded
through queueing traffic. I don’t know if he’d dropped some plums or they’d
dropped through a hole in the bottom of his bag but there were a few on the
road. A man rushed to pick them up and the granddad dropped them back in his
bag. For some reason he came back through the traffic toward me and I managed a
photo (see below.)
Here it is
made into a painting. I put in a few people on the street in the background and
a red blob representing a telephone box. The true colour of red telephone boxes
is BS 381C-539. The kiosk I’ve shown in the painting is the K6 type, the most
prolific in the UK. From 1935 about 300,000 were strewn across the streets and
lanes of Britain. When I went to Jersey on holiday I saw the phone boxes were
cream and yellow.
I experienced the
agony of bruised plums once. In my teens I used to do karate and after the
class in the school hall we moved to a classroom to do some controlled
fighting. One night my man-pack cushioned a hard donkey-like kick. A lad with
hairs on his chest can’t show tears can he but I
almost did from shock later on while we all changed in the toilets. Things had
inflated. The karate instructor (whose breath always smelled of lager) said he
had better look and in a cubicle I showed him something you’d see in the canon
ball collection in a museum. He said he’s suffered the same a few times and I’d
be okay. Thankfully the beetroot bruising
faded over the next few weeks. I’ve never had a strong urge to have children so
it doesn’t matter if things don’t work down there. If you don’t own a lawn you’ll
never need to know if your lawnmower works.
In Whitby I
found what purports to be Dracula’s final resting place….