We woke. We looked out of the windows. Welcome to Privet Drive! The Dursley's house is on the right...
Peace, tranquility...
...moving swiftly on...
I think we're being watched...
'Ere...
Matches?
To Whitby Town!
Goths? What's them then?
While there still is a railway running down the Esk valley to Whitby, there also used to be one that ran along the coast, from Teesside down through Robin Hood's Bay. It's long abandoned now, but the old embankment still spans the back of the town, with this rather impressive archway giving access through it.
The Shelter shop in Whitby is well aware of the gothic hordes who descend on the town twice a year, and usually manages to provide an appropriate window display for the festival weekend. Wandering on up the street towards the Little Angel, already picked to be the afternoon's venue of choice, the band find plenty of items of interest in the shops they pass, though somehow I don't quite think we'll be seeing Adam or Tony playing this guitar any time soon!
Darkness within, darkness without!
The red guitar
Are you sure?