@uair01 We could call those paths desire lines without irony.
We could call those paths desire lines without irony.
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) June 8, 2019
things are remembered differently
@uair01 We could call those paths desire lines without irony.
We could call those paths desire lines without irony.
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) June 8, 2019
We count the crows in the omen tree. One, two, three and four. Mother Ford knows the score. https://t.co/iJbkIiBj1T
We count the crows in the omen tree. One, two, three and four. Mother Ford knows the score. pic.twitter.com/iJbkIiBj1T
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) June 8, 2019
@LukeTurnerEsq My secret joy is walking the phantom limbs of old track.
My secret joy is walking the phantom limbs of old track.
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) June 8, 2019
@niknak1105 I would never screw around with a willow. Far too many of them are wight or sprite home.
I would never screw around with a willow. Far too many of them are wight or sprite home.
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) June 9, 2019
Mornings when mist eats certainty, erodes sure lines, these are mornings I am called to walk the Common. – #CLNolan https://t.co/aBu1my3DCY
Mornings when mist eats certainty, erodes sure lines, these are mornings I am called to walk the Common. – #CLNolan pic.twitter.com/aBu1my3DCY
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) June 9, 2019
@ericmarcus @niknak1105 Sprites are native to Faery and the willow is a tree that appears in both worlds, so have always been favoured in a way that the sycamore never has been.
Sprites are native to Faery and the willow is a tree that appears in both worlds, so have always been favoured in a way that the sycamore never has been.
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) June 9, 2019
@ericmarcus @niknak1105 Land wights gravitate to whatever they fancy most within the landscape. Could be an impressive oak, down at marsh edge it might be an ash. Might be a particular stone on moor or the river, an elm. They have a non-human sense of beauty and place that is not based on nativeness.
Land wights gravitate to whatever they fancy most within the landscape. Could be an impressive oak, down at marsh edge it might be an ash. Might be a particular stone on moor or the river, an elm. They have a non-human sense of beauty and place that is not based on nativeness.
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) June 9, 2019
@NJStreitberger Thank you Neil.
Thank you Neil.
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) June 9, 2019
@johnharrigan https://t.co/lSBoMdrcp4
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) June 9, 2019
@HJSolle @SaskiaBoelsums I believe it may be on here:, but maps are always unreliable charts of the ghost soil. https://t.co/nLHZPkCGd0
I believe it may be on here:, but maps are always unreliable charts of the ghost soil. https://t.co/nLHZPkCGd0
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) June 9, 2019