Month: March 2020

@groweatgift The child‰Ûªs imagination is infinite. They never run out of space for a good monster.

The child’s imagination is infinite. They never run out of space for a good monster.

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) March 2, 2020

@harrowroad RSPCA and police informed, at some point @ChrisJosiffe will go door-to-door to warn other neighbours and let the perpetrator know there will be scrutiny and consequences.

RSPCA and police informed, at some point @ChrisJosiffe will go door-to-door to warn other neighbours and let the perpetrator know there will be scrutiny and consequences.

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) March 2, 2020

Even if the tramp can talk to trees, he will not find this gift gets him special treatment in the county. For prejudice against gentlemen of the road is deep and in Hookland, talking to trees is so common it is taken as no significant talent, merely mild eccentricity. – #CLNolan

Even if the tramp can talk to trees, he will not find this gift gets him special treatment in the county. For prejudice against gentlemen of the road is deep and in Hookland, talking to trees is so common it is taken as no significant talent, merely mild eccentricity. – #CLNolan

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) March 2, 2020

@Monachopsis7 The train window is the best cinema screen in the world, even when the film is stuck.

The train window is the best cinema screen in the world, even when the film is stuck.

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) March 2, 2020

@IMcMillan The train window is the best cinema screen in the world, even when the film is stuck.

The train window is the best cinema screen in the world, even when the film is stuck.

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) March 2, 2020

@sfslim @portalsoflondon Can I suggest Trent Park next.

Can I suggest Trent Park next.

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) March 2, 2020

@sfslim @portalsoflondon Point the search engine at Trent Park Ley Lines and shudder at the prospect of one place having to shoulder such narrative weight.

Point the search engine at Trent Park Ley Lines and shudder at the prospect of one place having to shoulder such narrative weight.

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) March 2, 2020

@sfslim @portalsoflondon And next time you are over, I shall take you into the Forest – London’s murder space and wild shadow.

And next time you are over, I shall take you into the Forest – London's murder space and wild shadow.

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) March 2, 2020

To walk Hookland, to walk England, is to tramp with temporal spirits. Our feet scuff story, we march alongside invisible companions. Empty the constant lie of the land. – #CLNolan https://t.co/d80haDgihG

To walk Hookland, to walk England, is to tramp with temporal spirits. Our feet scuff story, we march alongside invisible companions. Empty the constant lie of the land. – #CLNolan pic.twitter.com/d80haDgihG

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) March 2, 2020

@PhilH86835657 @miniver @amyhale93 The native British are under the waves of Doggerland -where everything is beautifully water-polished, but the hearth has little practical purpose.

The native British are under the waves of Doggerland -where everything is beautifully water-polished, but the hearth has little practical purpose.

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) March 2, 2020