Clarah

On the far northern coast of England sits a wild and rugged coastline. Windswept beaches, gothic ruins and smugglers coves with their mystical boggle s, were once the inspiration behind Bram Stoker s Dracula . Over a century later, and once again the icy winds of the North Sea blow in more than just fog in from its briny depths. Jealousy and deep resentment descend like a demonic mist upon the unforgiving shores of Whitby. April 2014: A vitsa of Romany travellers camping near Scarborough, are thrown into carnage and mayhem as a menacing blood-moon hangs low in the sky. As misfortune rains down upon one Gypsy family, those who believe in such things blame the curse of begrudgery. However, the fate of these kinsfolk was more than just a jinx uttered from spiteful lips. What was about to happen next was a destiny cast thousands of years ago, originating as far away from Yorkshire as one could imagine. By an accident of birth, Clarah became entangled in a prophetic web woven from ancient history- a time from the book of Genesis. Neither totally alive or dead, or even anything in-between- she exists and she has a purpose. Clarah was the young Romany traveller who then became a totally new and different sort of traveller. She was one who could not be contained - for neither time nor space could build walls in her strange reality. Destiny - do we control it or does it control us? Clarah controls both- and that is worrying.