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Underneath the silver birch where the fly agarics grow....
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Picking up rubbish from the beach is one thing - finding a home for it is another. Over the years, we've picked up tens of thousands of strips of pot rubber, used to protect crab/lobster pots. But they're difficult to dispose of/recycle. If anyone has suggestions, we'd love to hear them.

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I am a Wuduweard From Old English: wudu (“forest”) + weard (“ward”) so a woodland guardian Survives in modern English with the surname Woodward

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England, like most countries, is more of an imagined place than anything objectively real. Its ordinanced borders are merely state stories. We who live here know its true thresholds are the salted shore, ends of lanes where magic lives. We all make it up as walk its ways. – #CLNolan

submitted 40 days ago • 3 comments

Happy Yule

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London having a dreich day #gloomylondon

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For I am of the England where every turn of the way may offer ghost-glimpse or a growling by sprites. Whether deep country lane or path beside railway track, to walk is to scuff up stories. To walk is increase one's chances of an encounter with wonder. – #CLNolan

submitted 109 days ago • 2 comments

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The very atmospheric St Dunstan in the East #London

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Autumnal Keston Ponds

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Beautiful #Broadstairs

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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

submitted 129 days ago • 1 comment

Sunny St James's Park London

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Pelican and swan in St James's Park London

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To walk England is to walk with ghosts. – #CJosiffe

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For I am of the England of wraith ways, shuck paths. The England of long tracks where each step scuffs up stories. It is a place stitched together by haunted hodology, journeys from farm to village to town which can only be made by travelling through folklore. – #CLNolan

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I'm just a tiny bit obsessed with #Whitby

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#whitby

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The rectories of England attract hauntings. Victorian and Edwardian spirit traps, the ghosts gravitating towards them are peculiar plague upon country clergy. Borley, Wigwith and Hookland's Marston Magna are all infamous for their phantom peril. – George Kindred, Haunted Hookland

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Do you know what is quintessentially English? Not thatched-homes. Not tea nor cricket. Not sausages and mustard, not weather complaints nor a pub pint surrounded by a smoky cloud of gossip and cribbage disputes. No, what is quintessentially English is the ghost. #CJosiffe #Ghosts

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