Month: April 2020

Hookland 4/10/20 23:46:16

I remember Dad’s Austin Maxi. Remember that feeling I got as a kid speeding along the Burr Wood road. Even when we went fast enough for the trees to blur, I was sure there was something in them watching me. Even now, if I drive that road, those eyes follow. – Sue Hunt #VOH https://t.co/VD5HOTvQ3k

Hookland 4/10/20 23:47:18

@johnclark12 @DanHerb40222808 Saw Nina Simone’s last Ronnie Scott gig. Stormed onto stage in a fur coat and trainers, carrying a Tesco carrier bag. One of the best concerts I’ve ever seen.

Hookland 4/9/20 1:37:11

The headmaster’s clock at Winterhill School is allegedly haunted. It is said it chimes extra on the days when Old Wintertonians died in the First World War as a counting of the dead. Horologist’s have been at a loss to explain its erratic behaviour. https://t.co/GBwjhOCXIM

Hookland 4/9/20 3:34:03

The grave of John Shade gets a lot of interest. It’s a bit beyond me why an 18th century alchemist attracts visitors from the United States and West Germany. They always leave such strange messages in the Visitors’ Book. – Rev Andrew Stiles, 1978 #VOH https://t.co/jPrvqsGxgh

Hookland 4/9/20 5:01:10

I know the canal in Ashcourt has a reputation for ugliness, but there are one or two stretches where solar alchemy of day close chases the trolls and drunks from under bridges and makes its golden. – #MattAdams, 1980 https://t.co/dCrRO0ESkn

Hookland 4/9/20 7:31:29

These red nights of the secret calendar. All torch and bone parade. Rough cheering of shuffling procession, the stuttering sway of ritual. Outsiders think we waltz with monsters. Our hidden truth is we are dancing with the sacred. – Cunning Jack Rosehip https://t.co/uvnAjHwdkX