@evilmorrisman ItÛªs a choir and it always sings for me.
It’s a choir and it always sings for me.
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) July 4, 2020
things are remembered differently
@evilmorrisman ItÛªs a choir and it always sings for me.
It’s a choir and it always sings for me.
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) July 4, 2020
It is not uncommon to find a child-fashioned den in the woods which holds a sign: “No Adults! No Faeries Allowed!” Both classes may be a danger to a child’s fun and freedom, even though the peril comes from profoundly different motivations. – #CLNolan https://t.co/p1jNUVbeLv
It is not uncommon to find a child-fashioned den in the woods which holds a sign: "No Adults! No Faeries Allowed!" Both classes may be a danger to a child's fun and freedom, even though the peril comes from profoundly different motivations. – #CLNolan pic.twitter.com/p1jNUVbeLv
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) July 5, 2020
Ghosts have always had a revulsion of being graphed, of being turned into data. To even try to count them accurately is often asking for trouble. – Dr. Michael Benn
Ghosts have always had a revulsion of being graphed, of being turned into data. To even try to count them accurately is often asking for trouble. – Dr. Michael Benn
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) July 5, 2020
@Rebecca52731232 Count me in.
Count me in.
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) July 5, 2020
Even before harvest is taken from the field, the hedge sings of the promise of autumn. Sings of jars of apple and bramble jelly, bottles of rosehip wine, elderberry cordial. The feast of tomorrow in today’s walk down the lane. – #CLNolan https://t.co/DeJtPNbUfG
Even before harvest is taken from the field, the hedge sings of the promise of autumn. Sings of jars of apple and bramble jelly, bottles of rosehip wine, elderberry cordial. The feast of tomorrow in today's walk down the lane. – #CLNolan pic.twitter.com/DeJtPNbUfG
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) July 5, 2020
@SFlinn67 We had a watch-along of that a few weeks ago.
We had a watch-along of that a few weeks ago.
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) July 5, 2020
@CaronLipman Yet Chapel Street in Penzance can still claim to the most haunted street within the UK.
Yet Chapel Street in Penzance can still claim to the most haunted street within the UK.
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) July 5, 2020
I do not make claims for my work. The merit of all writing is a matter best decided by its readers, not the hubris of those who scratch and clatter out words. – #CLNolan #Writing
I do not make claims for my work. The merit of all writing is a matter best decided by its readers, not the hubris of those who scratch and clatter out words. – #CLNolan #Writing
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) June 4, 2020
@dedbutdrmng Yes at some and your car will be parked for you. Forget seeing it in Logan, you can see it is Raymond BriggÛªs Father Christmas On Holiday.
Yes at some and your car will be parked for you. Forget seeing it in Logan, you can see it is Raymond Brigg’s Father Christmas On Holiday.
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) June 4, 2020
The person who spent a year gazing at one meadow would know more of a nature than any book could learn them, more of the songs of life and death than a thousand church sermons could instil. But one who gazed at the Omen Field would know all the secrets of England. – #CLNolan https://t.co/11F73eOZN5
The person who spent a year gazing at one meadow would know more of a nature than any book could learn them, more of the songs of life and death than a thousand church sermons could instil. But one who gazed at the Omen Field would know all the secrets of England. – #CLNolan pic.twitter.com/11F73eOZN5
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) June 4, 2020