things are remembered differently
@SydMoore1 I cannot stand Facebook. It is a narcissistic ecosystem that rarely seems to bring out the best in anyone.
I cannot stand Facebook. It is a narcissistic ecosystem that rarely seems to bring out the best in anyone.
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) November 7, 2020
The land is long memory. It remembers the introduction of rabbits, its first harrowing by iron. Remembers where the ice rolled boulders, where the reindeers made tracks that man followed in. It remembers its feedings of blood, the things returned to it with prayer. – #CLNolan
The land is long memory. It remembers the introduction of rabbits, its first harrowing by iron. Remembers where the ice rolled boulders, where the reindeers made tracks that man followed in. It remembers its feedings of blood, the things returned to it with prayer. – #CLNolan
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) November 7, 2020
@spaceweather9 Murdoch doesnÛªt do KFC and lager from the Co-Op. When he is done with you there is nowt but the look that says: ÛÏWhat did you expect when you polished the DevilÛªs arse? Flowers?Û
Murdoch doesn’t do KFC and lager from the Co-Op. When he is done with you there is nowt but the look that says: “What did you expect when you polished the Devil’s arse? Flowers?”
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) November 7, 2020
Kids in parks after dark is one thing, kids in a boneyards after dark is another. They think they are all Scooby Doo hunting the Iron-toothed Vampire of Ashcourt Necropolis while I have to worry about what is hunting them. – #DICallaghan
Kids in parks after dark is one thing, kids in a boneyards after dark is another. They think they are all Scooby Doo hunting the Iron-toothed Vampire of Ashcourt Necropolis while I have to worry about what is hunting them. – #DICallaghan
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) November 7, 2020
@LeeseyQ I am not sure if I should be pleased about that, but I am.
I am not sure if I should be pleased about that, but I am.
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) November 7, 2020
@LeeseyQ Just occasionally, Mr. Nolan knew his onions.
Just occasionally, Mr. Nolan knew his onions.
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) November 7, 2020
The green church of my Sunday morning walks through the woods has become black-boned abbey. All is mud and scratch, but the rough communion of trees still lifts my soul better than any priestcraft. – #CLNolan
The green church of my Sunday morning walks through the woods has become black-boned abbey. All is mud and scratch, but the rough communion of trees still lifts my soul better than any priestcraft. – #CLNolan
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) November 8, 2020
@eatingkiwiskin @MariaStrutz Salt hags are good friends and fearful enemies.
Salt hags are good friends and fearful enemies.
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) October 7, 2020
The salt hag does not harvest the hedge, she harvests the whole shore. She even harvests the waves for rumours of foreign lands and the whispers of the drowned dead. – #EmilyBanting, 1981 #WitchWednesday https://t.co/fpqLTHK7Io
The salt hag does not harvest the hedge, she harvests the whole shore. She even harvests the waves for rumours of foreign lands and the whispers of the drowned dead. – #EmilyBanting, 1981 #WitchWednesday pic.twitter.com/fpqLTHK7Io
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) October 7, 2020
The DevilÛªs Door at St. Wynryth, Padshunt, is still so feared as a gateway of evil that superstitious locals regularly deposit rocks and large stones across it to provide an extra barrier – much to the vicarÛªs displeasure. #WyrdWednesday https://t.co/Kg1xOhCk5W
The Devil’s Door at St. Wynryth, Padshunt, is still so feared as a gateway of evil that superstitious locals regularly deposit rocks and large stones across it to provide an extra barrier – much to the vicar’s displeasure. #WyrdWednesday pic.twitter.com/Kg1xOhCk5W
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) October 7, 2020