Sarah
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Underneath the silver birch where the fly agarics grow....
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Between tick & tock lies a dislocated hour. Home to things with names too terrible to say. In the lost hours, in the gained hours, temporal spirits come through. Between tick and tock, some swear they can hear a soul trapped in time, scratching at glass. - #CLNolan #ClocksGoBack
October 25, 2025 at 7:45 PM
Between tick & tock lies a dislocated hour. Home to things with names too terrible to say. In the lost hours, in the gained hours, temporal spirits come through. Between tick and tock, some swear they can hear a soul trapped in time, scratching at glass. - #CLNolan #ClocksGoBack
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Abundance is never a justification for greed. The witch looks around the corner of the now and harvests the hedge for tomorrow's ailments. She has no temptation to take the birds' share, nor the Faery's tithe. The witch's way refuses rapacity. – #EmilyCBanting, 1982 #WitchSky
October 22, 2025 at 5:07 PM
Abundance is never a justification for greed. The witch looks around the corner of the now and harvests the hedge for tomorrow's ailments. She has no temptation to take the birds' share, nor the Faery's tithe. The witch's way refuses rapacity. – #EmilyCBanting, 1982 #WitchSky
My fox in autumn light
October 19, 2025 at 7:56 AM
My fox in autumn light
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To see a world in a grain of sand
And a heaven in a wild flower
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand
And eternity in an hour
William Blake
And a heaven in a wild flower
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand
And eternity in an hour
William Blake
September 3, 2025 at 12:05 PM
To see a world in a grain of sand
And a heaven in a wild flower
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand
And eternity in an hour
William Blake
And a heaven in a wild flower
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand
And eternity in an hour
William Blake
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Not all those who wander are lost
J.R.R. Tolkien
J.R.R. Tolkien
August 30, 2025 at 7:42 AM
Not all those who wander are lost
J.R.R. Tolkien
J.R.R. Tolkien
Strange looking clouds over Greenwich today
August 15, 2025 at 5:09 PM
Strange looking clouds over Greenwich today
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Is anyone else eagerly awaiting cooler temperatures, pumpkin patches, ominous mansions, fog-laden fields of corn, autumn festivals, pumpkin pastries, Halloween, resplendent trees, the full moon in October, spooky films, and the heartwarming sound of crows in the distance?
August 5, 2025 at 11:12 AM
Is anyone else eagerly awaiting cooler temperatures, pumpkin patches, ominous mansions, fog-laden fields of corn, autumn festivals, pumpkin pastries, Halloween, resplendent trees, the full moon in October, spooky films, and the heartwarming sound of crows in the distance?
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England is a small country. Among its defining characteristics are the density of and proximity to ghosts. City streets or rural lanes, one does not have to walk far to encounter a temporal shade. No wonder the English have measurements such a phantoms per acre. – #CJosiffe #Ghosts
July 31, 2025 at 6:04 PM
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Summer heat, fierce and unrelenting, calls you to water. Calm. Cool. It exists as temptation. You want to dangle your feet in it. You want to shed your clothes and swim. Yet parental scarelore runs deep. This is the territory of Stay Belows, Necks and Red Maidens. This is a dangerous place.
July 28, 2025 at 6:56 PM
Summer heat, fierce and unrelenting, calls you to water. Calm. Cool. It exists as temptation. You want to dangle your feet in it. You want to shed your clothes and swim. Yet parental scarelore runs deep. This is the territory of Stay Belows, Necks and Red Maidens. This is a dangerous place.
Good morning from a warm and sunny London
July 11, 2025 at 7:33 AM
Good morning from a warm and sunny London
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England of the ghost-soaked navigations. England of the heavy hauntings. A landscape of dread paths, harsh walks. For there are certain places where to tread the ghost soil is to scuff up spirits, to disturb stories. – #CLNolan
July 10, 2025 at 3:45 PM
England of the ghost-soaked navigations. England of the heavy hauntings. A landscape of dread paths, harsh walks. For there are certain places where to tread the ghost soil is to scuff up spirits, to disturb stories. – #CLNolan
Beautiful Whitby sunset
July 4, 2025 at 7:47 PM
Beautiful Whitby sunset
Double rainbow over Whitby harbour
June 22, 2025 at 7:51 PM
Double rainbow over Whitby harbour
Whitby Abbey Whitby North Yorkshire ❤️
June 21, 2025 at 2:53 PM
Whitby Abbey Whitby North Yorkshire ❤️
Going to be a beautiful day in Whitby
June 21, 2025 at 8:16 AM
Going to be a beautiful day in Whitby
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As it would be the birthday of #PeterCushing today, I feel obligated to tell this story of one of the nicest men in horror.
May 26, 2025 at 12:11 PM
As it would be the birthday of #PeterCushing today, I feel obligated to tell this story of one of the nicest men in horror.
Stanley Bay Hong Kong
香港
香港
May 16, 2025 at 2:16 PM
Stanley Bay Hong Kong
香港
香港
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Folklore dissolves time. Folklore is the simultaneous landscape of stories. For folklore is the past holding hands with the now as it walks into tomorrow. Ancient magical beasts and the singing of transmission towers all at once. To walk folklore is to walk wonder. – Dr. M. Benn, 1982 #Folklore
May 9, 2025 at 11:19 AM
Folklore dissolves time. Folklore is the simultaneous landscape of stories. For folklore is the past holding hands with the now as it walks into tomorrow. Ancient magical beasts and the singing of transmission towers all at once. To walk folklore is to walk wonder. – Dr. M. Benn, 1982 #Folklore
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April 18, 2025 at 7:24 AM
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England climbs to Iron Age forts, climbs to hollow hills. We walk them and put our ear to ground in hopes of hearing the slow breath of sleeping knights, the tolling of bells from deep twilight of St. Martin's Land. England, when it climbs, climbs to folklore. – #CLNolan, 1935 #Folklore
April 1, 2025 at 11:30 AM