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#Hauntology Re-wilding #Folklore #FolkHorror #Psychogeography #LandscapePunk Re-enchantment Is Resistance
Folklore is a living force. The infrastructure may change from wooden bridge to concrete flyover, but folklore adapts, finds a new life among us. Half-there Folk, Lords of Underside and of course Whisperers, still loiter despite the traffic spluttering above them. – Dr. M. Benn
January 24, 2026 at 5:14 PM
Folklore is a living force. The infrastructure may change from wooden bridge to concrete flyover, but folklore adapts, finds a new life among us. Half-there Folk, Lords of Underside and of course Whisperers, still loiter despite the traffic spluttering above them. – Dr. M. Benn
Living on Hookland's coast it isn't just salt hags who know the power of the ocean. Everyone understands the King-Under-the-Sea has an insatiable appetite for land, that his tide teeth will always bite. No wall, however high, will keep him out forever. – #EmilyCBanting, 1981
January 24, 2026 at 2:45 PM
Living on Hookland's coast it isn't just salt hags who know the power of the ocean. Everyone understands the King-Under-the-Sea has an insatiable appetite for land, that his tide teeth will always bite. No wall, however high, will keep him out forever. – #EmilyCBanting, 1981
Goodnight from János Daruvár, driving the Dracula Bus from Coreham to Ashcourt so the Corehamites can see the banned film ‘The Dozen Daughters of Hell’. Goodnight from Julie Rust, staying up to read teacup steam in a desperate act of ex-boyfriend turifumy. Goodnight from Hookland.
January 23, 2026 at 10:23 PM
Goodnight from János Daruvár, driving the Dracula Bus from Coreham to Ashcourt so the Corehamites can see the banned film ‘The Dozen Daughters of Hell’. Goodnight from Julie Rust, staying up to read teacup steam in a desperate act of ex-boyfriend turifumy. Goodnight from Hookland.
The root of hag come from the German hagzussa and Old English hægtesse – hedge-sitter. For those old boundaries of the land, whether tangled threshold of hawthorn or stacked stone, were magical thresholds. Sitting atop them, the witch could see beyond into the Otherworld. – #EmilyCBanting, 1981
January 23, 2026 at 3:26 PM
The root of hag come from the German hagzussa and Old English hægtesse – hedge-sitter. For those old boundaries of the land, whether tangled threshold of hawthorn or stacked stone, were magical thresholds. Sitting atop them, the witch could see beyond into the Otherworld. – #EmilyCBanting, 1981
In Hookland, Lazybones is an avoidance word, a word covering a taboo. It's akin to ancient Germanic cultures using bear to avoid saying the creature's actual name for fear utterance would call it to them. We say Lazybones because to speak its true name is a summoning. – Molly Ash #VOH
January 23, 2026 at 1:36 PM
In Hookland, Lazybones is an avoidance word, a word covering a taboo. It's akin to ancient Germanic cultures using bear to avoid saying the creature's actual name for fear utterance would call it to them. We say Lazybones because to speak its true name is a summoning. – Molly Ash #VOH
Goodnight from Daniel Haggard, somewhat surprised to hear Matins bells coming from the long-ruined abbey of Crowstone. Goodnight from Maddie Long, smudging condensation warnings to herself on the kitchen windows as she sleepwalks the hollow hours. Goodnight from Hookland.
January 22, 2026 at 10:08 PM
Goodnight from Daniel Haggard, somewhat surprised to hear Matins bells coming from the long-ruined abbey of Crowstone. Goodnight from Maddie Long, smudging condensation warnings to herself on the kitchen windows as she sleepwalks the hollow hours. Goodnight from Hookland.
What does the witch know? She knows where the land whispers, she knows where the land growls. This is a vital comprehension. – #EmilyCBanting, 1982 #WitchSky
January 22, 2026 at 5:10 PM
What does the witch know? She knows where the land whispers, she knows where the land growls. This is a vital comprehension. – #EmilyCBanting, 1982 #WitchSky
To stand at the edge of the wood is an intoxication. As a witch I feel it as a rush of green communion, a wave of possibility roaring towards me. You feel it touching you psychic skin, somewhere between the tease of a lover and warning of scratches to come. – #EmilyCBanting, 1982 #WitchSky
January 22, 2026 at 10:01 AM
To stand at the edge of the wood is an intoxication. As a witch I feel it as a rush of green communion, a wave of possibility roaring towards me. You feel it touching you psychic skin, somewhere between the tease of a lover and warning of scratches to come. – #EmilyCBanting, 1982 #WitchSky
Goodnight from Petra Briers, fiercely praying to St. Benedict to stop the Weir Witch’s bones ever drifting together again. Goodnight from Rosie Mundell, waiting for the birds to stitch dawn to the dark sky with their urgent songs and end a night filled with tears. Goodnight from Hookland.
January 21, 2026 at 10:23 PM
Goodnight from Petra Briers, fiercely praying to St. Benedict to stop the Weir Witch’s bones ever drifting together again. Goodnight from Rosie Mundell, waiting for the birds to stitch dawn to the dark sky with their urgent songs and end a night filled with tears. Goodnight from Hookland.
Ashcourt Necropolis may be territory ceded to the Empire of the Dead, but its peace is not easy. Lithic lookouts watch paths. Grave guardians stand by doors. The living are not forgiven all our trespass. Even if we've valid business with the departed, we remain a stone sufferance. – #CLNolan
January 21, 2026 at 6:16 PM
Ashcourt Necropolis may be territory ceded to the Empire of the Dead, but its peace is not easy. Lithic lookouts watch paths. Grave guardians stand by doors. The living are not forgiven all our trespass. Even if we've valid business with the departed, we remain a stone sufferance. – #CLNolan
'The Fetch's Walk' – 1982 painting by Hookland artist Lou Kemp manifesting the folklore of Old Mother Kemp, who's fetch is still said to walk certain paths Hobden Woods.
January 21, 2026 at 12:46 PM
'The Fetch's Walk' – 1982 painting by Hookland artist Lou Kemp manifesting the folklore of Old Mother Kemp, who's fetch is still said to walk certain paths Hobden Woods.
Jennie Willow was an arrogant woman. The sort who thought calling herself Witch Queen would have no consequences. You have to be careful when telling stories about yourself that those tales don’t attract the wrong sort of attention. Especially teeth and talons attention. – Mary Hider #VOH
January 21, 2026 at 9:32 AM
Jennie Willow was an arrogant woman. The sort who thought calling herself Witch Queen would have no consequences. You have to be careful when telling stories about yourself that those tales don’t attract the wrong sort of attention. Especially teeth and talons attention. – Mary Hider #VOH
Goodnight from Till Leyland, secretly hoping she will dream of a girl instead of a husband after midnight barley sowing for St. Agnes’ Eve. Goodnight from Edward Haverton, ensuring his home’s door to a room where it is always 1898 is definitely triple-locked. Goodnight from Hookland.
January 20, 2026 at 10:02 PM
Goodnight from Till Leyland, secretly hoping she will dream of a girl instead of a husband after midnight barley sowing for St. Agnes’ Eve. Goodnight from Edward Haverton, ensuring his home’s door to a room where it is always 1898 is definitely triple-locked. Goodnight from Hookland.
In county folklore, the Queen of Owls reigns from dusk to dawn. In each of her feathers, a map of wisdom. On each of her talons, three drops of blood to cure or curse. Her carved avatars are everywhere. Each one providing her with intelligence. From pew to pub, she peers upon us all. – Dr. M.Benn
January 20, 2026 at 5:55 PM
In county folklore, the Queen of Owls reigns from dusk to dawn. In each of her feathers, a map of wisdom. On each of her talons, three drops of blood to cure or curse. Her carved avatars are everywhere. Each one providing her with intelligence. From pew to pub, she peers upon us all. – Dr. M.Benn
I know it's hard for people who never heard The Hum to understand what we Pylon People were about. Transmission towers were our temporary temples. The wires charted the electric ley of the land. We marched under them and heard wonders. – Signal-catcher Rose, ex-Pylon Person #VOH
January 20, 2026 at 2:25 PM
I know it's hard for people who never heard The Hum to understand what we Pylon People were about. Transmission towers were our temporary temples. The wires charted the electric ley of the land. We marched under them and heard wonders. – Signal-catcher Rose, ex-Pylon Person #VOH
According to rumour, there are a number of post boxes in Hookland that have been sealed for being haunted. When you scrutinise the stories, most evaporate. However, odd facts remain. I mean, why on earth did the GPO use to employer the services of a 'ghost-layer'. – #MattAdams, 1982
January 20, 2026 at 9:46 AM
According to rumour, there are a number of post boxes in Hookland that have been sealed for being haunted. When you scrutinise the stories, most evaporate. However, odd facts remain. I mean, why on earth did the GPO use to employer the services of a 'ghost-layer'. – #MattAdams, 1982
Goodnight from Gary Bampton, nursing his cold coffee in the Halfpenny cafe rather than face a night where the Children-Made-of-Thorns are walking. Goodnight from John Badcock, knocking on Mother Creed’s door to buy winds for tomorrow’s sailing to the Gore Islands. Goodnight from Hookland.
January 19, 2026 at 9:57 PM
Goodnight from Gary Bampton, nursing his cold coffee in the Halfpenny cafe rather than face a night where the Children-Made-of-Thorns are walking. Goodnight from John Badcock, knocking on Mother Creed’s door to buy winds for tomorrow’s sailing to the Gore Islands. Goodnight from Hookland.
The now abandoned telephone exchange at Ashcourt Green. Allegedly heavily haunted between 1956-1968. Talk of lines crosse with necromantic networks. Calls of sobbing and whispered pleading traced back to lines that long ago ceased to be live. Spirit static, trauma undissipated.
January 19, 2026 at 3:48 PM
The now abandoned telephone exchange at Ashcourt Green. Allegedly heavily haunted between 1956-1968. Talk of lines crosse with necromantic networks. Calls of sobbing and whispered pleading traced back to lines that long ago ceased to be live. Spirit static, trauma undissipated.
I always thought it was telling that the Around Britain board game square for Hookland read: ‘Swept out into the waves by the King-Under-the-Sea Miss 3 turns’. - Claire Darling #VOH
January 19, 2026 at 11:48 AM
I always thought it was telling that the Around Britain board game square for Hookland read: ‘Swept out into the waves by the King-Under-the-Sea Miss 3 turns’. - Claire Darling #VOH
Goodnight from Ben Hardaker, still nursing a wassailing hangover that makes him indifferent to pub discussion on whether the Apple Tree Man will give a good crop this year. Goodnight from Pippa Gant, hanging up her eelskin garters after Blood Wide witchery. Goodnight from Hookland.
January 18, 2026 at 10:05 PM
Goodnight from Ben Hardaker, still nursing a wassailing hangover that makes him indifferent to pub discussion on whether the Apple Tree Man will give a good crop this year. Goodnight from Pippa Gant, hanging up her eelskin garters after Blood Wide witchery. Goodnight from Hookland.
Reposted
Towards the apocalypse, we navigate by signs and wonders. We should not ever have to, but we do. This is the message I am taking from today’s rewatch.
January 18, 2026 at 6:20 PM
Towards the apocalypse, we navigate by signs and wonders. We should not ever have to, but we do. This is the message I am taking from today’s rewatch.
With my other head on:
Rewatching a fundamental to #Hookland movie - The Navigator: A Medieval Odyssey for the first time in 30 years. A little bit of magic to ward against the terror of my life.
January 18, 2026 at 9:02 PM
With my other head on:
Why much of the county seems somewhat sluggish today in the wake of yesterday's apple howling. #FolkloreSunday
January 18, 2026 at 5:42 PM
Why much of the county seems somewhat sluggish today in the wake of yesterday's apple howling. #FolkloreSunday
The Long Neolithic is continuity with our fundamental nature. To step into a stone circles is to know we are pattern makers, season markers. It is a knowing we have always looked to sky, always had our rituals and mysteries of death. We are lithic. – Dr. K. Brophy #StandingStoneSunday
January 18, 2026 at 3:43 PM
The Long Neolithic is continuity with our fundamental nature. To step into a stone circles is to know we are pattern makers, season markers. It is a knowing we have always looked to sky, always had our rituals and mysteries of death. We are lithic. – Dr. K. Brophy #StandingStoneSunday