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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
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.
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November 21, 2025 at 2:08 PM
Goodnight from Bill Cadman, putting in some extra hours at the Spell-breaking Bureau what with Christmas coming and the kids wanting new bikes. Goodnight from James Yearwood, shivering on the crown of Meldon Hill while waiting for evacuation by UFO. Goodnight from Hookland.
November 20, 2025 at 10:01 PM
Goodnight from Bill Cadman, putting in some extra hours at the Spell-breaking Bureau what with Christmas coming and the kids wanting new bikes. Goodnight from James Yearwood, shivering on the crown of Meldon Hill while waiting for evacuation by UFO. Goodnight from Hookland.
#DICallaghan has the #ghost conversation with DS Nokes.
November 20, 2025 at 3:44 PM
#DICallaghan has the #ghost conversation with DS Nokes.
In Hookland, many a folkloric tale starts not with ‘A long time ago’ or ‘Far, far away’, but with the line: ‘Out across the dark moor where strange songs are still heard …’ For folklore tells strongly of place and our relationships to it. – Dr. M. Benn #Folklore #FolkloreThursday
November 20, 2025 at 12:03 PM
In Hookland, many a folkloric tale starts not with ‘A long time ago’ or ‘Far, far away’, but with the line: ‘Out across the dark moor where strange songs are still heard …’ For folklore tells strongly of place and our relationships to it. – Dr. M. Benn #Folklore #FolkloreThursday
There are lonely churches to be found where old saints live in strange stone boxes. When we say saints, that word has to encompass those spirits of place which were there long before the cross came along. Relics of both Christian and folk faith may be the same bone. – Dr. M. Benn
November 20, 2025 at 9:57 AM
There are lonely churches to be found where old saints live in strange stone boxes. When we say saints, that word has to encompass those spirits of place which were there long before the cross came along. Relics of both Christian and folk faith may be the same bone. – Dr. M. Benn
Goodnight from Powderhouse Lane where every door is bolted against possible intrusion by the Children-Made-of-Thorns. Goodnight from Faith Loker wondering whether to summon an ambulance before Tom’s belladonna hallucinations get any stronger. Goodnight from Hookland.
November 19, 2025 at 10:31 PM
Goodnight from Powderhouse Lane where every door is bolted against possible intrusion by the Children-Made-of-Thorns. Goodnight from Faith Loker wondering whether to summon an ambulance before Tom’s belladonna hallucinations get any stronger. Goodnight from Hookland.
Goodnight from Lou Kemp, studying the Polaroids she took in Harland Woods, trying to make out what the shadowed shapes peering from behind trees might be. Goodnight from Cora Hobbs, whispering poems into her sleeping daughter’s ear despite being dead. Goodnight from Hookland.
November 18, 2025 at 10:04 PM
Goodnight from Lou Kemp, studying the Polaroids she took in Harland Woods, trying to make out what the shadowed shapes peering from behind trees might be. Goodnight from Cora Hobbs, whispering poems into her sleeping daughter’s ear despite being dead. Goodnight from Hookland.
Currently accepting all prayers and magics because I can’t go on much longer being this broken and in this much pain.
November 18, 2025 at 7:00 PM
Currently accepting all prayers and magics because I can’t go on much longer being this broken and in this much pain.