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Goodnight from Darren Redman, walking back from the pub and sure he can hear voices coming from under the ice-lidded puddles on Littleford Lane. Goodnight from Perdita Mander, clearing away the candle ends and salt sigils from tonight’s spirit communion. Goodnight from Hookland.
January 4, 2026 at 9:59 PM
Goodnight from Darren Redman, walking back from the pub and sure he can hear voices coming from under the ice-lidded puddles on Littleford Lane. Goodnight from Perdita Mander, clearing away the candle ends and salt sigils from tonight’s spirit communion. Goodnight from Hookland.
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All sorts of weird folklore gets rolled out on Christmas Eve. Animals speak, house hobs demand apple brandy. It's the one night when the winged dogs that climb and perch in churches can change positions. Magics and strangeness always seems thick today. – Nancy Appleyard #VOH
December 24, 2025 at 12:47 PM
All sorts of weird folklore gets rolled out on Christmas Eve. Animals speak, house hobs demand apple brandy. It's the one night when the winged dogs that climb and perch in churches can change positions. Magics and strangeness always seems thick today. – Nancy Appleyard #VOH
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Later, we shall walk the same path through the boneyard to midnight mass. It shall be more ghost-crowded then, for in death many seem to remember the ritual of life and walk beside us. Each year adds to the roll of phantoms. – #CLNolan in a letter to #ArthurMachen, 1929
December 24, 2025 at 4:25 PM
Later, we shall walk the same path through the boneyard to midnight mass. It shall be more ghost-crowded then, for in death many seem to remember the ritual of life and walk beside us. Each year adds to the roll of phantoms. – #CLNolan in a letter to #ArthurMachen, 1929
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There are two venerated, much feared trees on the edge of Barwell Common. Known as Whip Scar and Tangle Knife, they are home to particularly quarrelsome Wood Sprites. To pass between them has a fearsome terror tithe and even if it's paid, you are still likely to hear them spitting curses.
December 26, 2025 at 10:31 AM
There are two venerated, much feared trees on the edge of Barwell Common. Known as Whip Scar and Tangle Knife, they are home to particularly quarrelsome Wood Sprites. To pass between them has a fearsome terror tithe and even if it's paid, you are still likely to hear them spitting curses.
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As a child I wondered a lot about the gates in the boneyard wall at St. Wulfram's. Who used them? Were they for the people in the houses behind the wall to visit relaitves or were they for the dead. I could never quite rid myself they were for the convenience of the latter. – Sarah Buckler #VOH
December 26, 2025 at 1:12 PM
As a child I wondered a lot about the gates in the boneyard wall at St. Wulfram's. Who used them? Were they for the people in the houses behind the wall to visit relaitves or were they for the dead. I could never quite rid myself they were for the convenience of the latter. – Sarah Buckler #VOH
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Yes. A Mire Maid thing will be written in 2026.
2026 will bring more Dunsany, at least one project with @hookland.bsky.social , something with @adamhorovitz.bsky.social , @taliskimberley.bsky.social , continuing work for @badhandbooks.bsky.social and some very large life changes. I move forward into the life i dreamed of in my youth.
December 29, 2025 at 1:46 PM
Yes. A Mire Maid thing will be written in 2026.
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There are some properties we pass by and know without entering, that they are haunt homes. We understand this not from perception of grandness nor length of history, but a radiating sense of disquiet. Inside can only be a territory of glimpse and whispers. – #CJosiffe #Ghosts
December 29, 2025 at 3:38 PM
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December 30, 2025 at 12:11 PM
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Those broken-limbed, time-disfigured sentinels above us observe in slow judgement. We rush and flicker in their stare. We see their breaking and they see ours. Sometimes I hold my ear to their walls in hope of hearing whispered memories, unhurried stories. – #CLNolan
December 30, 2025 at 2:48 PM
Those broken-limbed, time-disfigured sentinels above us observe in slow judgement. We rush and flicker in their stare. We see their breaking and they see ours. Sometimes I hold my ear to their walls in hope of hearing whispered memories, unhurried stories. – #CLNolan
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It isn't hard to spot the tomb of a former member of the Duat Club in Ashcourt Necropolis or any other county boneyard. They all display some form of gaudy Egyptomania. You can't help but wonder if rumours of mummification are true, just what grave goods they hold. – #MattAdams
December 31, 2025 at 12:45 PM
It isn't hard to spot the tomb of a former member of the Duat Club in Ashcourt Necropolis or any other county boneyard. They all display some form of gaudy Egyptomania. You can't help but wonder if rumours of mummification are true, just what grave goods they hold. – #MattAdams
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Hooklanders have many names for twilight. Among my favourites are 'the blue hour' – capturing the sky's long-stretching towards bruise – and 'rook rest'. The latter holds part of my practice. I love to stand before wood edge at rook rest and here their gossip of the dying day. – #EmilyCBanting
December 31, 2025 at 3:15 PM
Hooklanders have many names for twilight. Among my favourites are 'the blue hour' – capturing the sky's long-stretching towards bruise – and 'rook rest'. The latter holds part of my practice. I love to stand before wood edge at rook rest and here their gossip of the dying day. – #EmilyCBanting
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The stream that begun high on the moor rushes to meet its salt dissolution. It has carved the ghost soil, collected its tithe of stories for the King-Under-the-Sea. If you've ever wondered how he knows so much of our doing inland, it is because each river and brook is a spy.
January 1, 2026 at 3:55 PM
The stream that begun high on the moor rushes to meet its salt dissolution. It has carved the ghost soil, collected its tithe of stories for the King-Under-the-Sea. If you've ever wondered how he knows so much of our doing inland, it is because each river and brook is a spy.
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I did a bit of @hookland.bsky.social year walking last night and while I can't print what I learned, I can see that this the year is the way of the green paths. This is my first 'mucking around with linocut bits from my stash' print of the year #printmaking
January 1, 2026 at 2:08 PM
I did a bit of @hookland.bsky.social year walking last night and while I can't print what I learned, I can see that this the year is the way of the green paths. This is my first 'mucking around with linocut bits from my stash' print of the year #printmaking
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Along alleys, wyndes and neglected cobbles, we find ghosts. Not grand names made spectre, not phantoms of infamous murderers, but ghosts none the less. The shades of ratcatchers, laundry workers, gin-soaked spirits on way home from the pub. Ghosts taking the shortcuts they knew in life. – #CJosiffe
January 2, 2026 at 11:44 AM
Along alleys, wyndes and neglected cobbles, we find ghosts. Not grand names made spectre, not phantoms of infamous murderers, but ghosts none the less. The shades of ratcatchers, laundry workers, gin-soaked spirits on way home from the pub. Ghosts taking the shortcuts they knew in life. – #CJosiffe
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I know some people take twilight as a signal to hurry home – especially when their route home crosses an old churchyard – but not me. I love boneyard lingering at twlight. That's when the tombs whisper loudest. That;s when you hear all its best gossip. – Izzie Barber #VOH
January 2, 2026 at 3:40 PM
I know some people take twilight as a signal to hurry home – especially when their route home crosses an old churchyard – but not me. I love boneyard lingering at twlight. That's when the tombs whisper loudest. That;s when you hear all its best gossip. – Izzie Barber #VOH
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Goodnight from Bessie Redfern, wishing her resident poltergeist would leave out pulling the bedclothes off until nights were less full of ice. Goodnight from Greenbolt Manor, where all the hounds in its old oil paintings having begun to howl as death omen. Goodnight from Hookland.
January 2, 2026 at 10:07 PM
Goodnight from Bessie Redfern, wishing her resident poltergeist would leave out pulling the bedclothes off until nights were less full of ice. Goodnight from Greenbolt Manor, where all the hounds in its old oil paintings having begun to howl as death omen. Goodnight from Hookland.
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Tis the season for adorable tree toppers...
#birds #canada #nature #wildlife #photography #birding #nikon #owl #mcoupephotography #pygmyowl #northernpygmyowl
#birds #canada #nature #wildlife #photography #birding #nikon #owl #mcoupephotography #pygmyowl #northernpygmyowl
December 23, 2025 at 3:03 PM
Tis the season for adorable tree toppers...
#birds #canada #nature #wildlife #photography #birding #nikon #owl #mcoupephotography #pygmyowl #northernpygmyowl
#birds #canada #nature #wildlife #photography #birding #nikon #owl #mcoupephotography #pygmyowl #northernpygmyowl
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I hate Christmas, not least because all manner of foolish folk send me cards with robins on them. Hateful birds. Don't they know robins are a death omen? Who in their right minds sends you one of them through the post? The Royal Mail ought to make it illegal. – Shirley Deyne #VOH
December 30, 2025 at 10:29 AM
I hate Christmas, not least because all manner of foolish folk send me cards with robins on them. Hateful birds. Don't they know robins are a death omen? Who in their right minds sends you one of them through the post? The Royal Mail ought to make it illegal. – Shirley Deyne #VOH
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**Top Ten Images of the Year · #8 of 10**
Owl lovers unite! 🦉
Completely struck by this lovely depiction of an owl in the choir stalls at Wakefield Cathedral.
Owl lovers unite! 🦉
Completely struck by this lovely depiction of an owl in the choir stalls at Wakefield Cathedral.
December 29, 2025 at 3:30 PM
**Top Ten Images of the Year · #8 of 10**
Owl lovers unite! 🦉
Completely struck by this lovely depiction of an owl in the choir stalls at Wakefield Cathedral.
Owl lovers unite! 🦉
Completely struck by this lovely depiction of an owl in the choir stalls at Wakefield Cathedral.
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December 29, 2025 at 7:08 AM
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That is elite level evil right there.
December 29, 2025 at 1:25 AM
That is elite level evil right there.
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December Moonrise.
🎨 Daniel Ambrose
🎨 Daniel Ambrose
December 28, 2025 at 3:31 PM
December Moonrise.
🎨 Daniel Ambrose
🎨 Daniel Ambrose
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Folklore on tour in 2026! Looking forward to these talks, should be a few more to announce in the new year too!
December 28, 2025 at 6:27 PM
Folklore on tour in 2026! Looking forward to these talks, should be a few more to announce in the new year too!
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'Farewell, adieu dear Christmas Ghosts
Back to the shade realm you must go
But do not quail & have no fear
For you return with each passing year
In the meantime, there's the all seasons crew
Everyday phantoms like me & you.'👻
(Art: Benjamin Konig)
Back to the shade realm you must go
But do not quail & have no fear
For you return with each passing year
In the meantime, there's the all seasons crew
Everyday phantoms like me & you.'👻
(Art: Benjamin Konig)
December 26, 2025 at 11:24 PM
'Farewell, adieu dear Christmas Ghosts
Back to the shade realm you must go
But do not quail & have no fear
For you return with each passing year
In the meantime, there's the all seasons crew
Everyday phantoms like me & you.'👻
(Art: Benjamin Konig)
Back to the shade realm you must go
But do not quail & have no fear
For you return with each passing year
In the meantime, there's the all seasons crew
Everyday phantoms like me & you.'👻
(Art: Benjamin Konig)
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Wednesday, January 7th at DC's Hill Center. Details and tickets at www.ticketleap.events/tickets/prof... . @folkhorrorrevival.bsky.social @folklorepod.bsky.social @readjapaneseliterature.com
December 30, 2025 at 4:48 PM
Wednesday, January 7th at DC's Hill Center. Details and tickets at www.ticketleap.events/tickets/prof... . @folkhorrorrevival.bsky.social @folklorepod.bsky.social @readjapaneseliterature.com