I only met Ingrid Pitt once, at the 2000 World Dracula Congress. It was in Transylvania, of course. I gave a paper about Dracula and war (here) (part of a project I hope to return to).
A lot of stuff happened there, not the least being an accidental adventure through the local forest in deepening gloom.
But there I met Ingrid Pitt, a figure from my imagination (yes, yes). She was a riot, furiously talking to everyone, ready to party and share memories.
I even sat with Ingrid Pitt upon a box of Transylvanian earth:
You will be missed, Ingrid.
Many thanks to Elizabeth Miller (pictured) for arranging the whole thing!
Some good obits: Coilhouse, Pitt of Horror,
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