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Phoenix Guide to Strange England: #Hookland. Run by David Southwell
#Hauntology Re-wilding #Folklore #FolkHorror #Psychogeography #LandscapePunk Re-enchantment Is Resistance
#Hauntology Re-wilding #Folklore #FolkHorror #Psychogeography #LandscapePunk Re-enchantment Is Resistance
Goodnight from Jenna Little, dropping something more than ten pence pieces into the Meldon Hill Wishing Well. Goodnight from David Severs, wondering if a packet of 20 John Player Special is enough of a ritual offering to ensure safe crossing to the Gore Islands. Goodnight from Hookland.
November 27, 2025 at 10:09 PM
Goodnight from Jenna Little, dropping something more than ten pence pieces into the Meldon Hill Wishing Well. Goodnight from David Severs, wondering if a packet of 20 John Player Special is enough of a ritual offering to ensure safe crossing to the Gore Islands. Goodnight from Hookland.
To walk the colonades at Ashcourt Necropolis is to tread upon grief-soaked stones. You are haunted by absence, enfolded in a thousand dead whispers. Despite our attempts at grand demarcations between living flesh and slow corruption, death remains a shared singularity. – #CLNolan
November 27, 2025 at 3:08 PM
To walk the colonades at Ashcourt Necropolis is to tread upon grief-soaked stones. You are haunted by absence, enfolded in a thousand dead whispers. Despite our attempts at grand demarcations between living flesh and slow corruption, death remains a shared singularity. – #CLNolan
Goodnight from the Kingsmere Estate, where even the local bootboys are now afraid of the dark given the latest Wish Blood shenanigans. Goodnight from Beckie Ealer, wishing she could remember the special word for divination by symbols spun into spiderwebs. Goodnight from Hookland.
November 26, 2025 at 10:01 PM
Goodnight from the Kingsmere Estate, where even the local bootboys are now afraid of the dark given the latest Wish Blood shenanigans. Goodnight from Beckie Ealer, wishing she could remember the special word for divination by symbols spun into spiderwebs. Goodnight from Hookland.
@owenbooth.bsky.social Pub as soon as I can walk to it? (When I will be able to walk to it depends on whether big toe has to be amputated which is yet to be decided).
November 26, 2025 at 5:11 PM
@owenbooth.bsky.social Pub as soon as I can walk to it? (When I will be able to walk to it depends on whether big toe has to be amputated which is yet to be decided).
@stevetoase.bsky.social How the feck was I not following you? So glad to see you here.
November 26, 2025 at 4:03 PM
@stevetoase.bsky.social How the feck was I not following you? So glad to see you here.
The river carves the land. Collects its gossip, hears all its spirited stories. Blends them into its own song. Witches listen to this fluid singing of place, gathers omens as they float by. She runs with the river and absorbs its wisdom. – #EmilyCBanting, 1982 #WitchSky
November 26, 2025 at 2:58 PM
The river carves the land. Collects its gossip, hears all its spirited stories. Blends them into its own song. Witches listen to this fluid singing of place, gathers omens as they float by. She runs with the river and absorbs its wisdom. – #EmilyCBanting, 1982 #WitchSky
Hookland Unexplained Team (HUT) have made a career of turning up to places where a bloke coming back from the pub has seen a movement in the hedge and assumed it’s a Star Wraith or a Harrow Hound. You journalists have enabled them in scaring the populace because bullshit sells papers. - #DICallaghan
November 26, 2025 at 11:49 AM
Hookland Unexplained Team (HUT) have made a career of turning up to places where a bloke coming back from the pub has seen a movement in the hedge and assumed it’s a Star Wraith or a Harrow Hound. You journalists have enabled them in scaring the populace because bullshit sells papers. - #DICallaghan
Goodnight from Jack Hurley, still taking helpful directions from his dead wife as he pushes their Vauxhall Victor F towards Burwood. Goodnight from Chas Foster, fixing newspapers to the windows of his shed so no-one can see him making illegal sprite traps. Goodnight from Hookland.
November 25, 2025 at 10:03 PM
Goodnight from Jack Hurley, still taking helpful directions from his dead wife as he pushes their Vauxhall Victor F towards Burwood. Goodnight from Chas Foster, fixing newspapers to the windows of his shed so no-one can see him making illegal sprite traps. Goodnight from Hookland.
Give me sunlight, a comfortable chair and a wall of books! This makes me declare myself a most satisfied soul. For the library is a territory of wonder. It is home to a thousand wise voices who know words that open gates to the imagination. – #CLNolan, BBC National Programme, 1934 #Libraries
November 25, 2025 at 3:32 PM
Give me sunlight, a comfortable chair and a wall of books! This makes me declare myself a most satisfied soul. For the library is a territory of wonder. It is home to a thousand wise voices who know words that open gates to the imagination. – #CLNolan, BBC National Programme, 1934 #Libraries
People ask why I followed The Hum wanting trite answers about a disaffected youth looking for direction. Walking The Hum pylon-to-pylon gave me spiritual direction, but no-one wants to hear about my devotional relationship to the land's electric leys. – Trippy Pete, ex-Pylon Person #VOH
November 25, 2025 at 12:36 PM
People ask why I followed The Hum wanting trite answers about a disaffected youth looking for direction. Walking The Hum pylon-to-pylon gave me spiritual direction, but no-one wants to hear about my devotional relationship to the land's electric leys. – Trippy Pete, ex-Pylon Person #VOH
Goodnight from Morton Parish Council, where the vote to ban making promotional images of the village’s infamous Wyrm has ended in rancour and harsh curses. Goodnight from Tabitha Mantel, sure she can hear Faery clocks chiming the ninth of the hour. Goodnight from Hookland.
November 24, 2025 at 10:05 PM
Goodnight from Morton Parish Council, where the vote to ban making promotional images of the village’s infamous Wyrm has ended in rancour and harsh curses. Goodnight from Tabitha Mantel, sure she can hear Faery clocks chiming the ninth of the hour. Goodnight from Hookland.
For some folk Nokes, UFOs are a religion. They’ve got to testify. If it isn’t the Space Gospel at told to them by Commander Ril of the Planet Skareg, it’s that Meldon Hill is a holy place of galactic convergence. I wish all of the preachy bastards would get beamed up. – #DICallaghan
November 24, 2025 at 4:13 PM
For some folk Nokes, UFOs are a religion. They’ve got to testify. If it isn’t the Space Gospel at told to them by Commander Ril of the Planet Skareg, it’s that Meldon Hill is a holy place of galactic convergence. I wish all of the preachy bastards would get beamed up. – #DICallaghan
Goodnight from The Hellbox pub, where the Plastered Outcasts society of authors are discussing the cursing of an errant publisher. Goodnight from Annabelle Nelmes, paying respect to Wivenstone’s Tree of Sorrows with generous apple brandy libation. Goodnight from Hookland.
November 23, 2025 at 10:00 PM
Goodnight from The Hellbox pub, where the Plastered Outcasts society of authors are discussing the cursing of an errant publisher. Goodnight from Annabelle Nelmes, paying respect to Wivenstone’s Tree of Sorrows with generous apple brandy libation. Goodnight from Hookland.
We have allowed superstition to become a word loaded with negative judgements. Is someone who believes in the ghosts of felled trees, the persistence of Wood Sprites and their revenges against the axe superstitious? Yes, but this should not be assumed as a bad thing. – Dr. M. Benn #FolkloreSunday
November 23, 2025 at 3:29 PM
We have allowed superstition to become a word loaded with negative judgements. Is someone who believes in the ghosts of felled trees, the persistence of Wood Sprites and their revenges against the axe superstitious? Yes, but this should not be assumed as a bad thing. – Dr. M. Benn #FolkloreSunday
Those solitary stones that keep silent watch, that persist across the rise and fall of our own petty kingdoms, are storytellers. When we learn the language of the Long Neolithic they speak across time. It is beholden on us to listen. – Dr. K. Brophy #StandingStoneSunday
November 23, 2025 at 12:08 PM
Those solitary stones that keep silent watch, that persist across the rise and fall of our own petty kingdoms, are storytellers. When we learn the language of the Long Neolithic they speak across time. It is beholden on us to listen. – Dr. K. Brophy #StandingStoneSunday
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What gets washed up from the flooded river which has its source in @hookland.bsky.social ? The sodden baby doll, tangled in the grasses and reeds. Not all versions of Moses in the bulrishes end happily...
November 23, 2025 at 11:14 AM
What gets washed up from the flooded river which has its source in @hookland.bsky.social ? The sodden baby doll, tangled in the grasses and reeds. Not all versions of Moses in the bulrishes end happily...
Goodnight from Faith Milbury, noticing the Dark Glam night at The Shambala Rooms is more akin to Murky Garishness. Goodnight from Sadie Ringrose, wishing yet again that her second sight wasn’t interfering with her attempts to enjoy first dates. Goodnight from Hookland.
November 22, 2025 at 10:01 PM
Goodnight from Faith Milbury, noticing the Dark Glam night at The Shambala Rooms is more akin to Murky Garishness. Goodnight from Sadie Ringrose, wishing yet again that her second sight wasn’t interfering with her attempts to enjoy first dates. Goodnight from Hookland.
Winter conducts its slow seduction. It has disrobed the trees, its cold kisses make them shiver. Revelation of their wooden bones offers us a new, intimate language. They speak of swelling dark and coming ice. They speak their lover's secret names. – #EmilyCBanting, 1981 #Winter
November 22, 2025 at 3:54 PM
Winter conducts its slow seduction. It has disrobed the trees, its cold kisses make them shiver. Revelation of their wooden bones offers us a new, intimate language. They speak of swelling dark and coming ice. They speak their lover's secret names. – #EmilyCBanting, 1981 #Winter
Above the high tide mark the shore was a confusion of rope scraps, nets beyond mending and broken boats. To go omen hunting in this zone could only produce prophecies of woe. The augury walker had to go beyond this and search the sand for wave-gifted signs. – #DAKilroy
November 22, 2025 at 12:55 PM
Above the high tide mark the shore was a confusion of rope scraps, nets beyond mending and broken boats. To go omen hunting in this zone could only produce prophecies of woe. The augury walker had to go beyond this and search the sand for wave-gifted signs. – #DAKilroy
To trespass the forest would see the King’s law demand a mutilation of the body. To trespass certain parts of the moor and anger its guardians would mean much worse. To lose some fingers is a terrible thing, to lose your mind or your soul was considered much worse by many. – Dr. M. Benn
November 22, 2025 at 10:06 AM
To trespass the forest would see the King’s law demand a mutilation of the body. To trespass certain parts of the moor and anger its guardians would mean much worse. To lose some fingers is a terrible thing, to lose your mind or your soul was considered much worse by many. – Dr. M. Benn
Goodnight from the abandoned Rocket Test Centre at RAF Nook, where police have yet again been called about a group of teens indulging in Scooby-Dooing trespass. Goodnight from Samantha Rendell, gripping her cave wolf snow globe as talisman against the dark. Goodnight from Hookland.
November 21, 2025 at 10:02 PM
Goodnight from the abandoned Rocket Test Centre at RAF Nook, where police have yet again been called about a group of teens indulging in Scooby-Dooing trespass. Goodnight from Samantha Rendell, gripping her cave wolf snow globe as talisman against the dark. Goodnight from Hookland.
A new entry from the #HooklandEncyclopaedia – #HooklandEncyclopedia for Hooklanders abroad). Double lives, autogyros, aerial archaeology, the Soot Sprite Trust and ghosts. All in all, typical of the county.
November 21, 2025 at 5:18 PM
A new entry from the #HooklandEncyclopaedia – #HooklandEncyclopedia for Hooklanders abroad). Double lives, autogyros, aerial archaeology, the Soot Sprite Trust and ghosts. All in all, typical of the county.