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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
I think we sometimes love certain places as they reflect what we feel, but can't say aloud. There's an old Hookland phrase – to be tulled – meaning to be caught between two worlds and at home in neither of them. I feel that a lot and I'm sure my favourite places do as well. – Martha Twilling #VOH
November 10, 2025 at 5:01 PM
I think we sometimes love certain places as they reflect what we feel, but can't say aloud. There's an old Hookland phrase – to be tulled – meaning to be caught between two worlds and at home in neither of them. I feel that a lot and I'm sure my favourite places do as well. – Martha Twilling #VOH
People talk about us Children of The Hum as 'weirdo hippies, 'ragged walkers' blindly following something they couldn't hear, couldn't understand. They never understood that we lived in a landscape of wonder. They saw pylons, we saw sublime structures. – Trippy Pete, ex-Pylon Person #VOH
November 10, 2025 at 2:41 PM
People talk about us Children of The Hum as 'weirdo hippies, 'ragged walkers' blindly following something they couldn't hear, couldn't understand. They never understood that we lived in a landscape of wonder. They saw pylons, we saw sublime structures. – Trippy Pete, ex-Pylon Person #VOH
Hookland is closed for the rest of the day due to hospital admission. Don’t worry if there is no goodnight. Don't attempt to talk to the ghosts on Brighthaven Pier till it re-opens. The only thing likely to be on @cultauthor.bsky.social is pictures of wheelchairs and corridors.
November 8, 2025 at 12:24 PM
Hookland is closed for the rest of the day due to hospital admission. Don’t worry if there is no goodnight. Don't attempt to talk to the ghosts on Brighthaven Pier till it re-opens. The only thing likely to be on @cultauthor.bsky.social is pictures of wheelchairs and corridors.
Of course. All you need to know about Hookland is that you own it:
November 7, 2025 at 8:22 PM
Of course. All you need to know about Hookland is that you own it:
Even at the unfashionable end of Ashcourt Necropolis, there are houses of the dead that try to lord it over their neighbours. For all the grand statements made by their stones, they still whisper lonely sorrows. Inequality wins few friends. – #CLNolan
November 7, 2025 at 3:18 PM
Even at the unfashionable end of Ashcourt Necropolis, there are houses of the dead that try to lord it over their neighbours. For all the grand statements made by their stones, they still whisper lonely sorrows. Inequality wins few friends. – #CLNolan
When everything tide-touched becomes property of the King-Under-the-Sea, high tide is a crucial matter. Even more so when it comes to the county's causeway islands. No-one wants to get trapped on Os or Far Gore. No-one wants to spend even an extra hour on Strood. – #MattAdams
November 7, 2025 at 12:08 PM
When everything tide-touched becomes property of the King-Under-the-Sea, high tide is a crucial matter. Even more so when it comes to the county's causeway islands. No-one wants to get trapped on Os or Far Gore. No-one wants to spend even an extra hour on Strood. – #MattAdams
The wooden bestiaries of England's churches offer a library of carved folklore. Here a giant wyrm or ghost bear to keep you company as you pray. There a manticore, flown from far Persia, to growl at tedious homilies. – John Betjeman, The English Alphabet , BBC Two, 1972 #Folklore
November 6, 2025 at 6:49 PM
The wooden bestiaries of England's churches offer a library of carved folklore. Here a giant wyrm or ghost bear to keep you company as you pray. There a manticore, flown from far Persia, to growl at tedious homilies. – John Betjeman, The English Alphabet , BBC Two, 1972 #Folklore
I like properties where spirits have thrown their ectoplasmic weight around to the point the owners have fled. More so, I adore a property so phantom-plagued no estate agent can find a willing renter. Ghosts that defy the property market are worth studying. – #CJosiffe #Ghosts
November 6, 2025 at 12:18 PM
In London, on my street, correctly annotated.
November 6, 2025 at 11:20 AM
In London, on my street, correctly annotated.
For the witch, there are times when the river becomes a fluid scrying, a constant flow of omens. It's tutelary spirit whispers wisdom in her ears, its magics ripple across her psychic skin. She becomes one with its shaping song. – #EmilyCBanting, 1982 #WitchSky
November 5, 2025 at 4:23 PM
For the witch, there are times when the river becomes a fluid scrying, a constant flow of omens. It's tutelary spirit whispers wisdom in her ears, its magics ripple across her psychic skin. She becomes one with its shaping song. – #EmilyCBanting, 1982 #WitchSky
Those talking openly about witchery often focus on the active aspects – possibly because they like telling people what to do. There's a neglect of passive enchantments, those parts of witchery where we listen, where we commune with the land. – #EmilyCBanting, 1982 #WitchSky
November 5, 2025 at 12:13 PM
Those talking openly about witchery often focus on the active aspects – possibly because they like telling people what to do. There's a neglect of passive enchantments, those parts of witchery where we listen, where we commune with the land. – #EmilyCBanting, 1982 #WitchSky
The door to the old bridewell at Moxham village. The gaol has remained locked since 1934 due to the high levels of haunting experienced by villagers walking passed it. Many put this down to the witch spirit of Old Mother Twilling, others to the high number of drunks who died in it across the years.
November 4, 2025 at 7:01 PM
The door to the old bridewell at Moxham village. The gaol has remained locked since 1934 due to the high levels of haunting experienced by villagers walking passed it. Many put this down to the witch spirit of Old Mother Twilling, others to the high number of drunks who died in it across the years.
For the lithic lookouts which adorn the tombs of Ashcourt Necropolis keep not a watch on the coming and goings of the dead, but rather maintain a surveillance of the living. For in those portions of the land ceded to the Breathless Empire, we are the trespassers. – #CLNolan
November 4, 2025 at 3:44 PM
For the lithic lookouts which adorn the tombs of Ashcourt Necropolis keep not a watch on the coming and goings of the dead, but rather maintain a surveillance of the living. For in those portions of the land ceded to the Breathless Empire, we are the trespassers. – #CLNolan
When you're growing up, there's always a house in the village you like. A house you tell yourself one day you'll buy. In my case, even before brute economics kicked in my dreams, learning that No. 10 was haunted by a burning child put me completely off owning it. – Tess Goss #VOH #Ghosts
November 3, 2025 at 6:41 PM
At the edge of the Restal Waste salt marsh you navigate by the observation towers of the Marsh Ape Research Society (MARS). Become thankful for firm paths that skirt pools flickering with the memories of all the things they've drowned. Folklore howls here. – Dr. M. Benn
November 3, 2025 at 2:03 PM
At the edge of the Restal Waste salt marsh you navigate by the observation towers of the Marsh Ape Research Society (MARS). Become thankful for firm paths that skirt pools flickering with the memories of all the things they've drowned. Folklore howls here. – Dr. M. Benn
Currently bed bound so to have this wonderful book by @odavies9.bsky.social and @cerihoulbrook.bsky.social turn up in the post is a double joy. Accessible, erudite and insightful as you would expect, but also gloriously entertaining and engaging.
November 3, 2025 at 12:40 PM
Currently bed bound so to have this wonderful book by @odavies9.bsky.social and @cerihoulbrook.bsky.social turn up in the post is a double joy. Accessible, erudite and insightful as you would expect, but also gloriously entertaining and engaging.
You tell kids not to uncork anything that washes up on the banks of the Stannis, but they don't listen. They think it's going to be the fun of finding messages in the bottle. They never consider they are releasing curses or spirits. It's a hard lesson to learn. – Tony Dobbs #VOH
November 3, 2025 at 11:23 AM
You tell kids not to uncork anything that washes up on the banks of the Stannis, but they don't listen. They think it's going to be the fun of finding messages in the bottle. They never consider they are releasing curses or spirits. It's a hard lesson to learn. – Tony Dobbs #VOH
Parental scarelore has probably saved as many lives as it's claimed Stay Belows take. Children given a healthy terror of pools and rivers not through fear of flow and depth, but the seizing of hands and ankles from under the surface. – Joanna Vickers #VOH #FolkloreSunday
November 2, 2025 at 5:39 PM
Parental scarelore has probably saved as many lives as it's claimed Stay Belows take. Children given a healthy terror of pools and rivers not through fear of flow and depth, but the seizing of hands and ankles from under the surface. – Joanna Vickers #VOH #FolkloreSunday
When we cross into a stone circle, we not only journey into the Long Neolithic, we walk into ritual, into a continuing sense of sacred. We mustn't look at it as a completed story. It is ongoing. Our being there only adds a new chapter to it. – Dr. K. Brophy #StandingStoneSunday
November 2, 2025 at 2:40 PM
When we cross into a stone circle, we not only journey into the Long Neolithic, we walk into ritual, into a continuing sense of sacred. We mustn't look at it as a completed story. It is ongoing. Our being there only adds a new chapter to it. – Dr. K. Brophy #StandingStoneSunday
The show that made me.
November 1, 2025 at 8:59 PM
The show that made me.
We would wake from having slept under our transmission tower temples, our breath transformed into dragon mist as we shivered into November dawns. All of us eager to march on, to share vivid memories of dreams implanted by The Hum. – Tattoo Labyrinth Dave, ex-Pylon Person #VOH
November 1, 2025 at 11:44 AM
We would wake from having slept under our transmission tower temples, our breath transformed into dragon mist as we shivered into November dawns. All of us eager to march on, to share vivid memories of dreams implanted by The Hum. – Tattoo Labyrinth Dave, ex-Pylon Person #VOH
Children have an innate sense of which trees are possessed by Wood Sprites. It's a faculty not ever adult loses. Some of us still hear trees whisper with withered bark voices in our minds. Still see their wooden bones as alphabet. We know they watch. – Joanna Vickers #VOH
October 30, 2025 at 8:00 PM
Children have an innate sense of which trees are possessed by Wood Sprites. It's a faculty not ever adult loses. Some of us still hear trees whisper with withered bark voices in our minds. Still see their wooden bones as alphabet. We know they watch. – Joanna Vickers #VOH