@gravesmeredith Comes in mm increasing thickness variants allowing you to compensated for aging eyesight.
Comes in mm increasing thickness variants allowing you to compensated for aging eyesight.
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) December 5, 2019
Month: June 2019
Hookland 6/12/19 1:35:50
@StumpyPosters All horror is an unearthing.
All horror is an unearthing.
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) December 5, 2019
Hookland 6/12/19 2:19:18
The long history of wrecking in Hookland is still a source of division among Hooklanders. It splits between those who want to downplay its history and those of it who want to heritagise it for the tourist industry. – #MattAdams, 1981 https://t.co/OfJ90RhgBB
The long history of wrecking in Hookland is still a source of division among Hooklanders. It splits between those who want to downplay its history and those of it who want to heritagise it for the tourist industry. – #MattAdams, 1981 pic.twitter.com/OfJ90RhgBB
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) December 5, 2019
Hookland 6/12/19 5:16:09
@Monachopsis7 ? Bit confused.
? Bit confused.
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) December 5, 2019
Hookland 6/12/19 5:21:58
@Monachopsis7 It’s a great book, one of those as a writer you really wish you were in. I was lucky enough to speak at @johnreppion’s inaugural Spirits of Place conference.
It's a great book, one of those as a writer you really wish you were in. I was lucky enough to speak at @johnreppion's inaugural Spirits of Place conference.
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) December 5, 2019
Hookland 6/12/19 5:37:02
@BenMyers1 Talking Pictures have a 1948 Tod Slaughter on Freeview at 7:35.
Talking Pictures have a 1948 Tod Slaughter on Freeview at 7:35.
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) December 5, 2019
Hookland 6/12/19 6:55:19
Night is the worst on this bit of the coast. Even when I cannot see it, I can hear it. The black mouth of the sea eating away at the shore, at certainty. The tidal teeth of the King-Under-the-Sea constantly gnawing at the bones of the land. – Henry Summerscale.
Night is the worst on this bit of the coast. Even when I cannot see it, I can hear it. The black mouth of the sea eating away at the shore, at certainty. The tidal teeth of the King-Under-the-Sea constantly gnawing at the bones of the land. – Henry Summerscale.
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) December 5, 2019
Hookland 6/12/19 7:12:34
Even my dreams are infected by catastrophe erosion, high-water mark horrors. Untethered in sleeping, I drift into his territory. Salt sigils burnt onto the skin. A future of drowning. – Henry Summerscale
Even my dreams are infected by catastrophe erosion, high-water mark horrors. Untethered in sleeping, I drift into his territory. Salt sigils burnt onto the skin. A future of drowning. – Henry Summerscale
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) December 5, 2019
Hookland 6/12/19 7:40:33
@GBudden2 @FancyEliza You got some decent replies to a genuine question, but bloody hell what high wankery as well.
You got some decent replies to a genuine question, but bloody hell what high wankery as well.
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) December 5, 2019
Hookland 6/12/19 9:23:47
I avoid the pub this time of year. Stories are currency in The Returning Star. Tale for pint. Drunken fisherfolk talk of Û÷light from the homes of the drowned deadÛª. Below wave glimpses. Chatter that ruins me with a fear of something I will never see myself. – Henry Summerscale
I avoid the pub this time of year. Stories are currency in The Returning Star. Tale for pint. Drunken fisherfolk talk of ‘light from the homes of the drowned dead’. Below wave glimpses. Chatter that ruins me with a fear of something I will never see myself. – Henry Summerscale
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) December 5, 2019