Month: November 2020

@beanie_annie You like most of us in Hookland, can be tulled. https://t.co/8pcTTpxwID

You like most of us in Hookland, can be tulled. https://t.co/8pcTTpxwID

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) February 11, 2020

@thebardoir https://t.co/8pcTTpxwID

https://t.co/8pcTTpxwID

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) February 11, 2020

The morning is a cold snap. Feet break blades of grass made frost tight, breathing is a painful drag of ice across lungs. Above, The Hum calls from station-to-station, urging us to walk the electric leys of the land. – from the diary of Awe Navigator Agatha, Pylon Person, 1971 https://t.co/QPlMKf81xM

The morning is a cold snap. Feet break blades of grass made frost tight, breathing is a painful drag of ice across lungs. Above, The Hum calls from station-to-station, urging us to walk the electric leys of the land. – from the diary of Awe Navigator Agatha, Pylon Person, 1971 pic.twitter.com/QPlMKf81xM

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) February 11, 2020

@Nunsleuth @PosyHill1 @StrayRambler @Salcathguide @shrewsmorris @DrSueOosthuizen @oldweirdbritain @roberrttoa @SelineSigil9 @todbooklady @last_of_england @KingCharlesIRTN @PiersatPenn In your case, the nice feeling about that feeling of reading a book someone else wrote which you wish you had, is that someone is probably experiencing just that feeling about your work.

In your case, the nice feeling about that feeling of reading a book someone else wrote which you wish you had, is that someone is probably experiencing just that feeling about your work.

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) February 11, 2020

@Nunsleuth It should be remembered that I am an old curmudgeon and avoid nice and prefer accurate.

It should be remembered that I am an old curmudgeon and avoid nice and prefer accurate.

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) February 11, 2020

In every graveyard the sleeping possibility that a visit from the Earl of Bones could wake the dead. This makes more than a few Hooklanders pay special attention to his navigations around the county. – #CLNolan https://t.co/QIhIONqCdr

In every graveyard the sleeping possibility that a visit from the Earl of Bones could wake the dead. This makes more than a few Hooklanders pay special attention to his navigations around the county. – #CLNolan pic.twitter.com/QIhIONqCdr

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) February 11, 2020

@lnofzinger @505Nomad @AFSCMEMN5 @ed_han @GovTimWalz @kare11 @joynessthebrave @Cerridwensheart Thank you. Most kind.

Thank you. Most kind.

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) January 10, 2020

@lazcorp Cracking book.

Cracking book.

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) January 10, 2020

@OJGarling @cultauthor @laverockXX With my Hookland head on, I say the ghost soil is equally spread. With my Southwell head on, my eyes fix on English martyrs and say a prayer for St. Robert Southwell, the only saint this family name is even likely to produce.

With my Hookland head on, I say the ghost soil is equally spread. With my Southwell head on, my eyes fix on English martyrs and say a prayer for St. Robert Southwell, the only saint this family name is even likely to produce.

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) January 10, 2020

There is a secret landscape that scratches our psychic skin. It enfolds us. Whether in prickle of summer or shiver of winter, it offers us unexpected gates into wonder. – #CLNolan https://t.co/nAtnZMjv2u

There is a secret landscape that scratches our psychic skin. It enfolds us. Whether in prickle of summer or shiver of winter, it offers us unexpected gates into wonder. – #CLNolan pic.twitter.com/nAtnZMjv2u

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) January 10, 2020