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hookland.bsky.social @hookland.bsky.social · 1h

For even the solitary witch never truly walks alone. She may be rarely seen at those guerrilla covens of extreme need, but she travels with the spirits of the land. Her constant companions are genii locorum – whispering, protecting and teaching as she navigate her way. – #EmilyCBanting #WitchSky

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hookland.bsky.social @hookland.bsky.social · 3h

Whilst out and about and cake-bothering booksellers, I saw my first Hookland sticker out in the wild.

A Hookland sticker on a pipe covering up some fascistic filth. The sticker reads: HERNE THE HUNTER HATES YOUR RACIST BOLLOCKS

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hookland.bsky.social @hookland.bsky.social · 5h

Dropped in a Hookland vinegar cake to all at @treadwells-books.bsky.social as a small thank for hosting such a magical evening last week. They still have plenty of signed copies ‘Hookland Fragments’ with a special insert if you want to order from them.

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hookland.bsky.social @hookland.bsky.social · 7h

Witchcraft is not consolatory hokum. It doesn't offer tepid answers to hard questions and even harsher circumstances. It offers us relationships with the land, its spirits and ourselves. Relationships may be rough and require work, but they get us through. – #EmilyCBanting #WitchSky

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hookland.bsky.social @hookland.bsky.social · 20h

Goodnight from High-on-the-Hill Farm, where the Trigg family are enjoying a stubble-goose feast after having paid their quarter day tribute to Faery. Goodnight from Ralph Shenwood calling on the Archangels for strength to resist answering the Hoarse Hag’s call. Goodnight from Hookland.

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hookland.bsky.social @hookland.bsky.social · 29/09/2026

For when they hold the Feast of the Archangels and they make much in their sermons of St. Michael defeating Satan, I ponder why so many churches resemble nothing other than forts. Angels and saints that need stone security against the world fail to impress me. – #CLNolan

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hookland.bsky.social @hookland.bsky.social · 29/09/2026

We were pylon pilgrims. Each transmission tower a sacred destination in the electric ley of the land. The Hum called us to walk to them, to move under their steel legs and into our temporary temples. We marched lines of electrical ecstasy. – Tattoo Labyrinth Dave #VOH

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hookland.bsky.social @hookland.bsky.social · 28/09/2026

Goodnight from Charlie Hazelgrove, sitting on the deck of the Narrow Escape and listening out for the telltale tuck-tuck-tuck of a black-lanterned canal boat in hopes of procuring certain illicit goods. Goodnight from Lizzie Pecksmith, waiting for the voices to arrive. Goodnight from Hookland.

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hookland.bsky.social @hookland.bsky.social · 28/09/2026

From the introduction to the Hookland Tourist Board I=SEE STRANGE HOOKLAND book:

REMEMBER:

Don’t go out by yourself at night. Many things in this book are thought to be imaginary, but being out by yourself in the dark can still be dangerous – even if you don’t encounter the Danebury Grim.

If you see something that scares you, tell a parent or a trusted adult such as a teacher. In extreme cases where you can’t find an adult you can trust, you could even tell a police officer.

Don’t provoke Faeries of any type. You would not like people shouting your name, poking you in your bed with a stick or throwing stones in your bath, so don’t do it to Faeries. No-one likes ill-behaved children, least of all the Elves of Hookland.

Don’t signal for UFOs with torches. It is not only a waste of batteries, it can be misinterpreted by the emergency services. Besides, we can’t promise that all UFOs are friendly or interpret your signal as a positive message.

Show some respect for the graves of the dead. If you were buried in the ground you wouldn’t appreciate another child dancing on your grave or trying to dig it up would you?

Remember to take extra care when looking for things around water – both by the sea and along rivers and pools. Even if he is imaginary, the King-Under-the-Sea should be shown some deference and Stay Belows not encouraged to grab at you when dangling your legs or trailing your hands in cool, apparently calm water.

Imaginary things can’t hurt you unless you believe in them with all your heart and then they are really quite dangerous.

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hookland.bsky.social @hookland.bsky.social · 28/09/2026

Railway workers report the signal box at Lugford as haunted. Talk of a constant presence, of being scrutinised as they work. Talk of objects being moved, levers being pulled. Odd voices down the line. A place not haunted by dread, but by unwelcome intrusion. – #CJosiffe #Ghosts

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hookland.bsky.social @hookland.bsky.social · 27/09/2026

Goodnight from The Elusive Lady pub, where there’s much talk of the Empress Eel slithering the fields. Goodnight from Geoff Allot, his shade hanging around the sign appealing for witness to a road traffic accident, unable to quite work out what is going on. Goodnight from Hookland.

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hookland.bsky.social @hookland.bsky.social · 27/09/2026

Hookland is ghost country. Hookland is witch country. If you suspect some monstrous thing is lurking in your nightmares, you might just find it in that place of legends. – #CLNolan, Children’s Hour, BBC Regional Programme, 1936

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hookland.bsky.social @hookland.bsky.social · 27/09/2026

We archaeologists tell the stories of the stones not to erase their mystery, not to undo their role as anchoring post for folklore, but to transmit the Long Neolithic. We give context for ghosts, provide new reasons for lithic pilgrimage. – Dr. K. Brophy #StandingStoneSunday

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hookland.bsky.social @hookland.bsky.social · 27/09/2026

As we've just had the full moon closest to the autumn equinox, known in Hookland as the Corn Maiden Moon, it seems appropriate share some of the folklore of the Heading the Corn. #FolkloreSunday

Full moon closest to the autumn equinox – Heading the Corn Part of the cultus in St. Urith in the county, but clearly also part of much older harvest festival traditions, the heading of the corn is the name for the ritual of the first sheath of corn cut being bound and taken to the nearest church so that the spirit of the saint could live in it to the next harvest. The sheath is traditionally taken on a cart, crowded with reapers, often wearing masks made of sack, shouting: ‘Hooky! Hooky! while the cart is led by an extravagantly dressed couple referred to as the Lord and Lady of the Harvest. Before the procession gets to the church to deliver the sheath, they will be met at a crossroad by a figure personifying death who will let them pass only after the shedding of blood (usually done by the nicking of the hands of the Lord and Lady of the Harvest). When the sheath has been delivered and a thanksgiving mass given, a usually somewhat riotous harvest supper is then held.

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hookland.bsky.social @hookland.bsky.social · 26/09/2026

Goodnight from Madley’s village hall, where the Lord and Lady of the Fields are not the most drunk folk at a harvest supper lurching towards riot. Goodnight from Leah Blundell, fervently saying pagan prayers under the light of a Corn Maiden Moon. Goodnight from Hookland.

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hookland.bsky.social @hookland.bsky.social · 26/09/2026

Still a bit blown away to see copies of ‘Hookland Fragments’ in the wild. Here is a signed copy available from @treadwells-books.bsky.social

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hookland.bsky.social @hookland.bsky.social · 26/09/2026

Let us walk the woods as feral possibility space. Let us walk the woods in hope of strange sights, fantastical encounters. Stories we can tell to those we love as an intimate folklore of hope that wonder is still abroad. That we still have places of constant magic. – #DAKilroy

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hookland.bsky.social @hookland.bsky.social · 26/09/2026

Madley is one of those villages where you have to generously apply the car’s horn to scatter clouds of chickens and children from the road. There’s always a bollock-naked drunk in the gutter, always an effigy on the green. Even by Hookland standards, it has a loose grip on reality. - #DICallaghan

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hookland.bsky.social @hookland.bsky.social · 25/09/2026

Goodnight from the St. Urith clergy house, its nuns giving each retired priest their nightly blessing of whisky as members of the Ghost-layers' Club mutter in a corner. Goodnight from Abigail Ash, calling spirits from all five directions of the cunning compass. Goodnight from Hookland.

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CMJ @cmeej.bsky.social · 25/09/2026

Good day Hooklanders. Still buzzing from last night’s talk by @cultauthor.bsky.social So lovely to encounter the human behind @hookland.bsky.social and add some juice to my enchantment battery. Feeling refreshed this Friday morn. 💪

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hookland.bsky.social @hookland.bsky.social · 25/09/2026

In a week, the last flower offerings of a lingering summer will be gone. Their spot taken with displays of corn maidens, apples and pears from local orchards. A celebration of harvest, of the turning of the year. From field, allotment and garden, a pagan dressing. – #DAKilroy

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The Swamp Wytch @theswampwytch.bsky.social · 25/09/2026

If you were blessed enough to attend @hookland.bsky.social @cultauthor.bsky.social talk last night at @treadwells-books.bsky.social , please share any photos or impressions from the evening! There are many of us who would have loved to have been there and wish to live vicariously through you. 💚

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Phil Hine @philh.bsky.social · 25/09/2026

A most inspiring talk by @cultauthor.bsky.social at Treadwells last night. Plus free fascist numpty-bothering stickers!

Hookland "Folklore Against Fascism" Stickers:

Re-Enchantment is Resistance
Herne the Hunter Hates Your Racist Bollocks
The Norse Gods Are Queer as Fuck

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hookland.bsky.social @hookland.bsky.social · 25/09/2026

Some gates make you wary of climbing over or opening them. You have this weird sense that crossing their threshold will deliver you somewhere else. Faery or some parallel dimension that is simultaneously familiar yet alien. My danger radar is weak, but not that weak. – #MattAdams

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hookland.bsky.social @hookland.bsky.social · 25/09/2026

#ReEnchantment is resistance.

I believe humanity always lives in its folklore. I believe humanity is stories. Those stories walk and those stories need places to live. Those tales are how we relate to landscape. Those tales are how we connect to each other, how we build community and how we resist. That is why Hookland exists. For in the hopeless moment when all the territory is darkening bruise, that’s when we need stories and re-enchantment the most.

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hookland.bsky.social @hookland.bsky.social · 25/09/2026

Thank you to everyone who came to the Hookland talk at Treadwell's last night. I'm really sad I didn't get to speak to some of you last night, but I can't properly express how much it meant to see you in the audience and hope to talk to you in person and at length at some soonish point.

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Robert Edgar @robertedgar.bsky.social · 25/09/2026

A wonderful evening with @hookland.bsky.social @cultauthor.bsky.social at @treadwells-books.bsky.social. A long round trip, but worth every mile.

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hookland.bsky.social @hookland.bsky.social · 24/09/2026

Goodnight from Prosperine’s Bookshop, its patrons enchanted by Emily c. Banting’s talk on magical garters and the Empress Eel’s folkloric power. Goodnight from the pubs of Store Street, where strange stories are a currency to be swapped for pints of Lazarus ale. Goodnight from Hookland.

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ScribbleJotterAmy @scribblejotter.bsky.social · 24/09/2026

A fantastic evening visiting @hookland.bsky.social Lovely to say hi in 3D to @cultauthor.bsky.social & @mariastrutz.bsky.social and other awesome hooklanders :D.

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Owen Booth @owenbooth.bsky.social · 24/09/2026

It was a wonder. And there were stickers!

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Andrew Smith @zos93.bsky.social · 24/09/2026

Fabulous evening in @hookland.bsky.social I was crying even before I was mentioned in Goodnight from Hookland. We all got these amazing stickers which sum everything up. Thanks to @huwbowen.bsky.social for being the best Hookland companion and thanks to @willdrivetrains.bsky.social for a great chat.

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hookland.bsky.social @hookland.bsky.social · 24/09/2026

As twilight is heralded in last acts of solar alchemy, spirits wake in the walls of St. Mary in the Meadows. They phase through stone in search of one final kiss of sun, one final bit of warmth before a lengthening night. You can hear them gently sigh, mutter their sorrows. – #DAKilroy

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hookland.bsky.social @hookland.bsky.social · 24/09/2026

From tonight's Hookland talk on Re-enchantment as Resistance at @treadwells-books.bsky.social. 'Folklore is often the wild frontier of belief, the place where wonder may still live. Here be Woodwoses, here be Harrowhounds, the ghosts which whisper wisdom.' #FolkloreThursday

Folklore can ignite enchantment within us. Enchantment that fuels our imaginations. Enchantment that shifts our consciousness, allows us to envisage new and better worlds. It begins the process of manifesting the changes we desire. Re-enchanted, the world is full of new, feral possibilities. Re-enchanted our imagination is an accessible superpower.

The stories we intentionally absorb, the stories we select to tell ourselves, they allow us to live in the world differently. They allow us to make and remake the world differently.

Folklore is often the wild frontier of belief, the place where wonder may still live. Here be Woodwoses, here be Harrowhounds, the ghosts which whisper wisdom. We need this space. We ache for the sublime. For re-enchantment is an assertion of wonder and the numinosity of our relationships with landscape. Re-enchantment is an assertion of our collective ability to both imagine and experience better worlds. As a refusal of despair, as a lensing of hope. In re-enchantment we stop dreaming of inevitable apocalypse and find the permissive space to tell stories of hope.

Re-enchantment is personal metamorphosis. The space in which we grow glowing red eyes to patrol our communities against this long night of authoritarian pisspuffinry. The space in which we develop iron-hard fur, immune to the curses reductionist racists, misogynists, homophobes and AI cultists throw at us. Re-enchantment as the permissive circle where we can voyage into ourselves and find the marvels and bravery we need to deal with this age of violent bruising. This is why I walk the territory of folklore. Wear my witch-cloak of swan feathers, hold hag stone to my eye. This is why I created Hookland as a home for stories, a community for Fully-grown Changelings.

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hookland.bsky.social @hookland.bsky.social · 24/09/2026

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hookland.bsky.social @hookland.bsky.social · 23/09/2026

Goodnight from The Old School House at Larkspur, its new owners kept awake by phantoms reciting their time tables like an unholy invocation. Goodnight from Pip Harding, casting an unkindness on Meredith Marson for being a vile little gossipmonger. Goodnight from Hookland.

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hookland.bsky.social @hookland.bsky.social · 23/09/2026

Locals call the steps up Tingle Hill 'ill-lucked'. Talk of them as having been 'spat on by faeries', cursed by the cunning who don't want anyone 'to see what they get up when they are holding their queer parliaments on the crown'. To tread them is peril. – Dr. M. Benn

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hookland.bsky.social @hookland.bsky.social · 23/09/2026

Even inland, the salt-hag is tide-pulled. Gulls call her to come to shore and see the wave-polished augeries on display. Sea-seasoned winds make promises of things to be summoned at the slack. She walks to her secret cove. Her first glimpse of sea an intoxication. – #EmilyCBanting #WitchSky

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hookland.bsky.social @hookland.bsky.social · 22/09/2026

Goodnight from Bill Tanner, wondering if there’s any point in ringing the police to report that there’s a giant black cube hovering above Hobble Woods. Goodnight from Kate Watson, wishing making magical inks from mushrooms didn’t stain her hands so much. Goodnight from Hookland.

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hookland.bsky.social @hookland.bsky.social · 22/09/2026

Here on the blurred borders of autumn, fields sing for their due libations of ale and blood. Demand the honouring of our old contracts with them. For harvest needs a balancing and fair payment. Take not corn saints and corn maidens till the tithe is paid. – #EmilyCBanting, 1982 #Equinox

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hookland.bsky.social @hookland.bsky.social · 22/09/2026

Really love this review of 'Hookland Fragments Volume One.' I couldn't be more pleased to have caused someone to write the words: 'Slightly tainted with his leftist nonsense ...'

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hookland.bsky.social @hookland.bsky.social · 22/09/2026

Priests think they know everything. We all told the vicar only ill could come from exposing the old Doom painting in the church. If the Guflobem comes out of the wall and devours him, it will be his own fault. Things are covered up for a purpose. He ought to know that. – Amy Scurfield #VOH

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Thomas S Brown @tomsbrown.bsky.social · 22/09/2026

Here is King Under Sea of Hookland, as I finish a rendering of Stay Belows. Good morning.

stern sub aquatic man/creature with driftwood crown, draped in Fishing net stares at you. Pencil drawing. Colour applied.

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hookland.bsky.social @hookland.bsky.social · 21/09/2026

Goodnight from Katie and Julie Turnbull, somewhat over-excited as they practise their corn maiden dance in the living room of No. 42 Hood Hill Lane. Goodnight from Del Winrow, praying that the rain will wash away the last traces of blood on Pull Bridge Road. Goodnight from Hookland.

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hookland.bsky.social @hookland.bsky.social · 21/09/2026

The land becomes cold to the touch. The year turns towards restless ghosts and mists with a thousand tiny teeth. The dead in their dream incubation chambers come close to waking. They sniff the air for an alarm call of bonefire smoke and a rotting carpet of fallen apples. = #CLNolan

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hookland.bsky.social @hookland.bsky.social · 21/09/2026

I feel it is no bad thing to walk the lanes of England as a child would. Over the wall an orchard to scrump. Around the turn of the path the hope of ghost glimpse, faery encounter. To walk with an enchanted heart is my aim and none shall dissuade me from it. – #CLNolan

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hookland.bsky.social @hookland.bsky.social · 21/09/2026

The witch's calendar is not only told by suns and moons, but by her constant harvest. She knows her place in the year by gifts of the land. Her garnering bag full of tomorrow's magical inks and cures that will be needed in the harshness of winter. – #EmilyCBanting, 1981 #WitchSky

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ian.fenrisgames @fenrisgames.com · 21/09/2026

even the game trails lead towards the Hum #Hookland

Black & white photo of a husky on a long lead following a deer trail through long grass that leads right to the base of an electricity pylon.

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hookland.bsky.social @hookland.bsky.social · 21/09/2026

In the tunnels under Coreham there exists an almost unrelenting graffiti. Carved into chalk walls are crowned saints, unsheathed swords. Depictions of the crucifixion alongside sheela na gigs. An enfolding of sex, death and salvation that the town council has failed to turn into an attraction.

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hookland.bsky.social @hookland.bsky.social · 21/09/2026

Not the intended use, but glad it works.

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