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hookland.bsky.social @hookland.bsky.social · 9h
Yep.
There were some childhood Halloween parties in Essex. Held in church hall or house, the only costumes were party frocks and ribbons, the only activities apple bobbing, hide-and-seek and ghost stories told in a circle of candlelight. All Hallows’ Eve got a little more exciting when we were fostered out to other bits of the country. Elsewhere there were the afternoons of carving manglewurzel lanterns at school, the eventual parade of twisted, tormented faces representing trapped souls through dark lanes. A snaking of lantern light that left the village for vigil at the church on the hill via boneyard prayers. Sent even further west, there were divinations, Hallowtide bonefires on hills, mutterings about the Wild Army.

Hookland is often memories made manifest. All of those elements of childhood echo in how the county celebrates the tridum of Hallowmass season. Yet it is because Hookland is not made up, just remembered differently, that Halloween remains a somewhat average day in county calendar.

When you have grown up with sitting in the church porch on St. Mark’s Eve to watch the future phantoms of those who die in the parish appear, Halloween is somewhat small beer. Being dragged out of your bed to see the torchlit St. Gile’s parade of hooded figures wearing mask and costume to represent beggars, deer, the fear of night, lepers and breasts scars you. After that, someone trying to be an avatar of witchcraft by merely donning some fishnets and a pointed hat just doesn’t cut it in the fright stakes. The hope of ghost glimpse on April 24th, the prospect of seeing spirits traipse along wraith way to their coming graves trumped Halloween for a sense of closeness to Death’s dread empire. For me as child, September 1st‘s funeral-drummed
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hookland.bsky.social @hookland.bsky.social · 14h
Not to piss on anyone’s chips, but Hookland won’t be doing any ‘31 days of spookiness’ malarkey. Halloween is not that big a thing in a county that does hauntings in a matchbox every day of the year. The gothic is not tinsel on this ghost soil, it’s a bone tattoo.
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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 · 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 · 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 · 30/09/2026
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 · 30/09/2026
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 · 30/09/2026
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 · 18h
There's a type of red clay soil you find on some parts of the county's western border. People call it 'Hookland Red'. It used to be said witches would come from the other side of the county to collect it because it had 'special properties'. I just reckon it's good for growing. – Tom Rudd #VOH
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hookland.bsky.social @hookland.bsky.social · 9h
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hookland.bsky.social @hookland.bsky.social · 10h
Another day spent fruitlessly searching for the Black Library in Weychester Cathedral. Another dozen subterranean rooms visited, but no new clues. It remains firmly occulted. Remains legendary, an engine of the imagination. – #MattAdams
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hookland.bsky.social @hookland.bsky.social · 7h
You drive by it. For an idle hour you think about buying. Yes, it's dilapidated, will take a lot of work to get it right, but for an hour you dream. Then you think about how isolated it is, wonder why it's been abandoned. For reasons you can't fathom, you ponder its ghosts and let go of the dream.
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hookland.bsky.social @hookland.bsky.social · 3h
Goodnight from Martin Winstanley, run away from home to play tag with ghosts in S.D. Halfwood’s wrecking yard. Goodnight from PC Dash and PC Pell, not sure whether to radio control with news that their panda car has been pelted by flints thrown by Faeries. Goodnight from Hookland.
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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 · 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 · 27/09/2026
A constant recommendation.
J is for …
Jansson
One of my favourite imagined places to inhabit as unhappy 
child was Moominvalley. I am still an unofficial ambassador 
for it, telling young writers I mentor that they will struggle 
to find a better constructed fictional world. I push those 
writers into reading Tove Jansson because she makes 
words dance, because she makes locations shimmer with 
a sense of nature holding within it the not-quite-real that 
may manifest at any moment. I push because she is one 
of the finest storytellers, because her imagination still 
pushes me. I hope that is all in Hookland, as no book ever 
taught me more about the power of dark absence in a text 
than Moominvalley In November. While the Moomins may 
sometimes overshadow Jansson’s stunning lines as illus
trator, the sheer fairytale menace of her early paintings, 
they cannot obscure her power to create spaces where the 
mind may walk in hope of wonder
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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 · 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
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
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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Bob Fry @bobfry.bsky.social · 26/09/2026
From the confession of Isobel Gowdie. Reputedly given freely without coercion. Here is a charming musical version by Fay Hield youtu.be/asc0-mXdB9U
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Fay Hield - Hare Spell [official video]
YouTube video by TopicRecords
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For the Love of Missy @missybbbobtail.bsky.social · 26/09/2026
Friendly reminder: your cat has never looked at you and thought you should be prettier, thinner, richer, more successful, or more productive. they just love you exactly as you are.
Jinx the tabby bobtail cat looking lovingly at the camera.
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Angry @angrystaffer.bsky.social · 26/09/2026
What an insufferable fuckknuckle
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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 · 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
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
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 · 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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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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Paul Watson @lazaruscorporation.co.uk · 06/09/2026
In a rare turn of events, here is some positive news www.theguardian.com/environment/...
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‘Britain’s Yellowstone’: restoration project aims to take the greed out of land acquisition
Investors in Emblehope Moor will get their financial returns – and then it will be given to community or charity owners
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Paul Watson @lazaruscorporation.co.uk · 06/09/2026
New acquisition
The cover of the book "I hear a new world" by Alan Moore
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Paul Watson @lazaruscorporation.co.uk · 06/09/2026
A quick reminder to any of you in striking distance of #Hastings that I currently have an exhibition of my life-drawings at 1200 Postcards (Queens Rd, Hastings - opposite Morrisons) until September 26. Opening times in poster below.
An exhibition of life-drawings by Paul Watson.

The new exhibition is entitled Flesh & Bone and will feature a selection of my life-drawings from the past few years.

The venue is 1200 Postcards, a bar (in the tradition of Austin Osman Spare) on Queens Road in Hastings.

The opening event for Flesh & Bone is 7pm-9pm on Friday 4th September, and all are welcome.

The exhibition runs from September 4th to 26th, and entrance is free.
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🕸️👻 Dr Evilyn K🎃ch 👻🕸️ @evelynkoch.bsky.social · 09/09/2026
Maybe we can speculate which part of alchemy will be showcased in season 2 - The "true mandrake" hatched from an egg as described by Agrippa von Nettesheim, for example?
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Paul Watson @lazaruscorporation.co.uk · 10/09/2026
Fame (hopefully to be very swiftly followed by fortune) in the Hastings, St Leonards, & Rye Observer www.sussexexpress.co.uk/news/people/...
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Hastings bar showcases the work of artist
Hastings artist Paul Watson has an exhibition currently running at The Twelve Hundred Postcards in Queens Road.
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Paul Watson @lazaruscorporation.co.uk · 12/09/2026
New blog post about a book I highly recommend: When there are wolves again, by E. J. Swift www.lazaruscorporation.co.uk/blogs/artist...
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When there are wolves again, by E. J. Swift
Over the course of the umpteenth heatwave last month, and in the wake of over 2700 excess deaths estimated in England and Wales during the May and June heatwaves, I read When there are wolves again by...
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Leigh Wright @wyrddaze.bsky.social · 16/09/2026
Wyrd Daze is back with a bumper issue 1 – 119 pages of extraordinary music, art & writing! There's a link to the free PDF on my blog: wyrddaze.wordpress.com/2026/09/16/w...
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Paul Watson @lazaruscorporation.co.uk · 19/09/2026
From yesterday's visit to the Richard Dadd exhibition at the Royal Academy
Crazy Jane - painting of a woman holding stems of plantsColumbine - painting of a woman with flowersin her hair
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Paul Watson @lazaruscorporation.co.uk · 22/09/2026
New blog post: Waiting for the bubble to burst www.lazaruscorporation.co.uk/blogs/artist...
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Waiting for the bubble to burst
Over on my ‘about me’ page, many years ago, back in the teenage years of this millennium, I wrote: My artwork has sold to collectors across the world, mainly facilitated directly through online…
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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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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
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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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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Owen Booth @owenbooth.bsky.social · 24/09/2026
It was a wonder. And there were stickers!
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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 · 22/09/2026
Don't pretend you don't know about Guflobem - monstrous winged=heads whose screech is a herald of death, whose bite is a poison to the soul. You might not have read about them in books, but you have glimpsed them in your dreams.
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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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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
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Hookland Fragments Volume One
Hookland Fragments Volume One
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hookland.bsky.social @hookland.bsky.social · 22/09/2026
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Hookland Fragments Volume One - David Southwell | Treadwells
Discover the Fortean mysteries and folkloric history of Hookland, England's lost county. Created by David Southwell and documented extensively on social media for many years, the fictional Hookland ha...
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