This is the place Mina and Lucy went to so often during their few weeks in Whitby.

A vision of Mina, tousled and panicked...

...running through the night...

...looking for Lucy, slowly grows in my mind.

We're all looking for something.

Whitby's abbey is nothing more than a pile of rubble now.

Some things never change.

I like ruins.

They stand as a challenge to architects,

to the Danes,

to time,

to death.