Month: April 2015

@marielouiseplum @gary_budden More and more I suspect this was a pirate or fag-end edition.

@marielouiseplum @gary_budden More and more I suspect this was a pirate or fag-end edition.

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) August 3, 2015

‘Landscape calls us to feel, to witness and to be its recording angels.’ – C.L. Nolan

'Landscape calls us to feel, to witness and to be its recording angels.' – C.L. Nolan

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) August 3, 2015

‘All the best, all the biggest lies start with the words: this is a true story.’ – C.L. Nolan from the start of his autobiography.

'All the best, all the biggest lies start with the words: this is a true story.' – C.L. Nolan from the start of his autobiography.

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) August 3, 2015

They say Hookland’s legendary Queen of the Woods has skin the colour of autumn mist and eyes as green as holly. http://t.co/0x5PSS2cPv

They say Hookland's legendary Queen of the Woods has skin the colour of autumn mist and eyes as green as holly. pic.twitter.com/0x5PSS2cPv

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) August 3, 2015

@HipBookfairy This is a wicked lie, though I am not sure I would want her to look at me directly.

@HipBookfairy This is a wicked lie, though I am not sure I would want her to look at me directly.

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) August 3, 2015

@HipBookfairy Again, another dirty lie put about by priests. Just don’t pick berries without asking first

@HipBookfairy Again, another dirty lie put about by priests. Just don't pick berries without asking first

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) August 3, 2015

Even at the edge of woods, borders patrolled by electric light, some still claim to glimpse the Queen of the Woods. http://t.co/FiybflmW3w

Even at the edge of woods, borders patrolled by electric light, some still claim to glimpse the Queen of the Woods. pic.twitter.com/FiybflmW3w

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) August 3, 2015

Now, as summer kicks off its shoes to sleep, the Queen of the Woods is said to walk. Her route marked by trails of ripe blackberries.

Now, as summer kicks off its shoes to sleep, the Queen of the Woods is said to walk. Her route marked by trails of ripe blackberries.

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) August 3, 2015

@JTCHANGINGBIZ If you know the lanes of Hookland well you can pick you own weight in blackberries in less than a quarter mile.

@JTCHANGINGBIZ If you know the lanes of Hookland well you can pick you own weight in blackberries in less than a quarter mile.

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) August 3, 2015

@GanferHaarFinn @litrvixen They are the choir of transmitted voices. The restless passage of information through the aether.

@GanferHaarFinn @litrvixen They are the choir of transmitted voices. The restless passage of information through the aether.

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) August 4, 2015