If you stand on the pavement outside the Royal Hotel on Whitby’s West Cliff and look out across the harbour town as the sun goes down, you can pretty much see, in their entirety, the early chapters of Bram Stoker’s Dracula. Turfed out by his landlady, an Irish hack went roaming around Whitby – and turned what he saw into a horror classic. On the 125th anniversary of Dracula’s birth in the Yorkshire town, our writer retraces Bram Stoker’s trail of gore
Quayside in Whitby is officially Britain's best fish'n'chip shop – but it had to fight off strong competition from a new wave of top-quality chippies
Fields of the Nephilim still play to packed houses of devoted fans. It just goes to show that once you're a goth, you're always a goth
The fact that mountain-climbing GP Alistair Sutcliffe had spent time at low-oxygen altitude levels trained his brain to reopen dormant arteries when he suffered a haemorrhage
Ofcom has recently backed up Kirstie Allsopp and Phil Spencer's condemnation of Middlesbrough on Location, Location, Location. But do the residents agree?