Month: March 2021

@Skionar Also, pure folk horror.

Also, pure folk horror.

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) March 3, 2021

@Skionar Well, at least when the witch comes into it.

Well, at least when the witch comes into it.

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) March 3, 2021

@psychcomm As long as you have a brew and a biscuit when you do young man. Creepy as opposed to comforting #HookWatch on Sunday though (if I am less in the agonies).

As long as you have a brew and a biscuit when you do young man. Creepy as opposed to comforting #HookWatch on Sunday though (if I am less in the agonies).

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) March 3, 2021

@LouiseNorgate Astral hugs beamed.

Astral hugs beamed.

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) March 3, 2021

@psychcomm Sleep well. Dream deep. Kick a pisspuffin or two in your reveries.

Sleep well. Dream deep. Kick a pisspuffin or two in your reveries.

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) March 3, 2021

After they set up Corpse-Diviner squads to search the rubble for bodies and survivors for bombed buildings in the Blitz, some people in Repton seemed to change their attitudes to Spiritualism. It certainly engendered a particular Blitz spirit. – Arthur Chen, 1979

After they set up Corpse-Diviner squads to search the rubble for bodies and survivors for bombed buildings in the Blitz, some people in Repton seemed to change their attitudes to Spiritualism. It certainly engendered a particular Blitz spirit. – Arthur Chen, 1979

— ReptonGuide (@ReptonGuide) February 2, 2021

@vickipope I could name and shame, but I won’t at this time. However, several accounts blocked this morning and it’s a good thing I am too tired for cursing.

I could name and shame, but I won't at this time. However, several accounts blocked this morning and it's a good thing I am too tired for cursing.

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) February 2, 2021

The land wears frost-lace and cords of ice-hardened mud, yet still it dreams of summer. Dreams of the songs that summon the White Bone Horse of Midsummer. Percussion of hooves on cobbles, the savage snap of its jaw. – #CLNolan https://t.co/CgP84FT51w

The land wears frost-lace and cords of ice-hardened mud, yet still it dreams of summer. Dreams of the songs that summon the White Bone Horse of Midsummer. Percussion of hooves on cobbles, the savage snap of its jaw. – #CLNolan pic.twitter.com/CgP84FT51w

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) February 2, 2021

@manylittlewords The county is a little obsessed with bone horses – the Grey Mare of winter, the White Horse of summer.

The county is a little obsessed with bone horses – the Grey Mare of winter, the White Horse of summer.

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) February 2, 2021

@manylittlewords Bloody love that.

Bloody love that.

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) February 2, 2021