It is late at night and I am sitting in a park. I have just begun to study Tarot and my mind is full of its wonderful imagery and symbology. I suddenly feel the penetrating stare of eyes. Not one or two, but many. I turn to face my nocturnal interlopers. I am pleasantly surprised to see a bat hanging upside down in a tree. We stare at each other, neither one of us moving. I realise the park is filled with bats – some resting, some flying. It makes me think of Vampires, it makes me think of Tarot. The Dracula Tarot takes seed.