things are remembered differently
Sandstone tells us Hookland was once a vast field of red dust, limestone tells us of when it belonged to the King-Under-the-Sea. C.L. Nolan
Sandstone tells us Hookland was once a vast field of red dust, limestone tells us of when it belonged to the King-Under-the-Sea. C.L. Nolan
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) October 31, 2015
Hold a pebble in you hand and you weigh a million years of compressed history. A story beyond human eyes. Braille for gods to read. CL Nolan
Hold a pebble in you hand and you weigh a million years of compressed history. A story beyond human eyes. Braille for gods to read. CL Nolan
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) October 31, 2015
@_psonice My dyslexia and the arthritic fingers are least of the my issues today I am afraid.
@_psonice My dyslexia and the arthritic fingers are least of the my issues today I am afraid.
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) October 31, 2015
@_psonice I do Chris. Offer is really appreciated. I will shoot a few across to you for investigation.
@_psonice I do Chris. Offer is really appreciated. I will shoot a few across to you for investigation.
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) October 31, 2015
‘Those spirits that have danced with man since we walked from Africa, slept in caves, they evolve as much as we do.’ – C.L. Nolan
'Those spirits that have danced with man since we walked from Africa, slept in caves, they evolve as much as we do.' – C.L. Nolan
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) October 31, 2015
On Barrowcross Moor, clumps of trees huddle. Tell tales of fates of men who first tried to scratch it with ploughs https://t.co/Fd9JzmyoUg
On Barrowcross Moor, clumps of trees huddle. Tell tales of fates of men who first tried to scratch it with ploughs pic.twitter.com/Fd9JzmyoUg
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) October 31, 2015
@Bluebookballoon Wagers in Hookand are always risky. The Devil is not the only one who collects in these parts.
@Bluebookballoon Wagers in Hookand are always risky. The Devil is not the only one who collects in these parts.
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) October 31, 2015
Among the abbey stones left after Henry’s harsh dissolution flowered the yellow of winter aconite. A history of poison in the soil. CL Nolan
Among the abbey stones left after Henry's harsh dissolution flowered the yellow of winter aconite. A history of poison in the soil. CL Nolan
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) October 31, 2015
An acre is not just 480 square yards, it is a unit in which the #English imagination is measured. – C.L. Nolan https://t.co/LpZ5FvXVvH
An acre is not just 480 square yards, it is a unit in which the #English imagination is measured. – C.L. Nolan pic.twitter.com/LpZ5FvXVvH
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) October 31, 2015
@HipBookfairy 40 rods long, four rods wide and able to hold the whole of Albionic dreamtime.
@HipBookfairy 40 rods long, four rods wide and able to hold the whole of Albionic dreamtime.
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) October 31, 2015