Hookland 11/2/20 2:43:15

Down on the coast they say that the day after after a bad storm you can hear the voices of the lives it took on the last of its winds. New singers in chorus of grief, howling around the doors and windows of their former homes, begging them open so they can be let in. – Tom Rudd

Hookland 11/2/20 5:26:27

I walked from The Shining Night to The Rook Arms and then on to Mother Jubb‰Ûªs Net. The rain was cold teeth tearing at my flesh and the wind bruised my bones, but the beer and stories served in each pub was fine compensation for these minor wounds. – #CLNolan