Month: April 2020

@SydMoore1 The year is on its knees waiting the ice blade of execution. Ghost stories are currency in such times.

The year is on its knees waiting the ice blade of execution. Ghost stories are currency in such times.

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) December 3, 2020

Day Three of the #HooklandChristmasTree decoration is when the stuffed felt depiction of a Marsh Ape is hung on one of the lower branches. As we place it on the tree we marvel at the small details, the icicles forming on its wet fur, that slight green taint, its feral stare.

Day Three of the #HooklandChristmasTree decoration is when the stuffed felt depiction of a Marsh Ape is hung on one of the lower branches. As we place it on the tree we marvel at the small details, the icicles forming on its wet fur, that slight green taint, its feral stare.

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) December 3, 2020

@Alpha_Greywolf No.

No.

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) December 3, 2020

@wilsonlawrence7 Quite so, but the Marsh Ape has a fetid, febrile stench at the best of times.

Quite so, but the Marsh Ape has a fetid, febrile stench at the best of times.

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) December 3, 2020

@SefC_ @PaoloSammut My great-grandmother was a lamp lighter and lamp snuffer / which may explain some of Repton.

My great-grandmother was a lamp lighter and lamp snuffer / which may explain some of Repton.

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) December 3, 2020

There as much of a link between hex and hexagonal as there is between shaman and showman. It‰Ûªs not for me to teach that, but have a look for yourself and you‰Ûªll find it. – Cunning Jack Rosehip

There as much of a link between hex and hexagonal as there is between shaman and showman. It’s not for me to teach that, but have a look for yourself and you’ll find it. – Cunning Jack Rosehip

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) December 4, 2020

We are vagabonds of the greenways. Listenning to the tales told by foliate heads, gathering gossip from crows coming home at dusk to black-bones trees. We are wood wanderers, scuffing up secrets as we go. No grand titles are ever needed. – #CLNolan https://t.co/omLB2cFksK

We are vagabonds of the greenways. Listenning to the tales told by foliate heads, gathering gossip from crows coming home at dusk to black-bones trees. We are wood wanderers, scuffing up secrets as we go. No grand titles are ever needed. – #CLNolan pic.twitter.com/omLB2cFksK

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) December 4, 2020

@LadyLiminal1 Hmmm, not the best of shucks.

Hmmm, not the best of shucks.

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) December 4, 2020

@MobiLibrarian I exhale whole worlds on a daily basis.

I exhale whole worlds on a daily basis.

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) December 4, 2020

@witchesetc @SydMoore1 @FryerningFrame The ghost soil of Essex is constant in its inspiration, constant in book blooms I want to read, but this will be something especially grand.

The ghost soil of Essex is constant in its inspiration, constant in book blooms I want to read, but this will be something especially grand.

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) December 4, 2020