Month: January 2020

There is a natural rockpool fed by a spring on Barrowcross which has a Prehistoric carving of what appears to be a bird-claw or three-fingered hand. Locals call it Old Clip‰Ûªs Sup and refuse directions to it. – #MattAdams, 1980

There is a natural rockpool fed by a spring on Barrowcross which has a Prehistoric carving of what appears to be a bird-claw or three-fingered hand. Locals call it Old Clip’s Sup and refuse directions to it. – #MattAdams, 1980

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) November 1, 2020

@andypaciorekart One for @Chrisjosiffe and @MariaStrutz

One for @Chrisjosiffe and @MariaStrutz

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) November 1, 2020

People casually cough litter onto the pavements. Casting stories, casting omens for others to read. Divination by rubbish, a telling trash that gives true city auguries. – ‰Û÷Paris‰Ûª Smith, Spiv Magician

People casually cough litter onto the pavements. Casting stories, casting omens for others to read. Divination by rubbish, a telling trash that gives true city auguries. – ‘Paris’ Smith, Spiv Magician

— ReptonGuide (@ReptonGuide) October 1, 2020

If walking in the woods in autumn does not give you some sense of the potential of witchcraft, then you are lost to me. – Hookland artist Katherin Giddings, 1936 #WitchcraftWednesday https://t.co/bx4CDXbsIO

If walking in the woods in autumn does not give you some sense of the potential of witchcraft, then you are lost to me. – Hookland artist Katherin Giddings, 1936 #WitchcraftWednesday pic.twitter.com/bx4CDXbsIO

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) September 30, 2020

And yes, that should have been #WitchWednesday, but I had a fall in the night. As a result I’ve a bump the size of golfball on my forehead I am probably am mildly concussed.

And yes, that should have been #WitchWednesday, but I had a fall in the night. As a result I've a bump the size of golfball on my forehead I am probably am mildly concussed.

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) September 30, 2020

Along those lines made phantom limbs by the cuts of Dr. Beeching, there are twitches. Redundant signals spring to life to mark the passing of invisible trains. Empty engine sheds, slowly surrendering to inevitability of ruin, await the pulling in of steam wraiths. #WyrdWednesday https://t.co/ygxU93kkL0

Along those lines made phantom limbs by the cuts of Dr. Beeching, there are twitches. Redundant signals spring to life to mark the passing of invisible trains. Empty engine sheds, slowly surrendering to inevitability of ruin, await the pulling in of steam wraiths. #WyrdWednesday pic.twitter.com/ygxU93kkL0

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) September 30, 2020

@profdanhicks @NHaliloglu @Bafflegabble @Andr6wMale @ReeceShearsmith I haven’t heard it yet, but it is @Bafflegabble, so I am confident of its excellence.

I haven't heard it yet, but it is @Bafflegabble, so I am confident of its excellence.

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) September 30, 2020

@AuroraBirdialis I am ok-ish. If issues persist, I will seek medical help.

I am ok-ish. If issues persist, I will seek medical help.

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) September 30, 2020

@faunrose I am sure it is OK. Just a discombobulating bump.

I am sure it is OK. Just a discombobulating bump.

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) September 30, 2020

You don‰Ûªt have to be particularly smart Noke‰Ûªs to realise a lot of phenomena people report – UFOs, Faeries – is a bubble reality. Projecting onto a shadow because the light source is blinding. A joint enterprise between entity and its audience that lets them meet. – #DICallaghan

You don’t have to be particularly smart Noke’s to realise a lot of phenomena people report – UFOs, Faeries – is a bubble reality. Projecting onto a shadow because the light source is blinding. A joint enterprise between entity and its audience that lets them meet. – #DICallaghan

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) September 30, 2020