There are infections of blood. There are infections of the soul. There are I believe, infections of the place. For the land itself may be wounded by our traumas. Where its psychic skin cracks, the spoilings of rot and wickedness can set in. We call such infections hauntings. – Rev. A. Morley

Goodnight from Gosmer, where the villagers have chosen to burn an effigy of Thatcher the Iron Witch instead of Guy Fawkes. Goodnight from David Appleyard, walking a night filled with bonefire incense and the heady gunpowder smell of exploded fireworks. Goodnight from Hookland.

It's that time of year again...... theheartwoodinstitute.bandcamp.com/album/rituals

Divided Time '79, now available direct - sadly vinyl only shipping to the UK : jonathansharp.bandcamp.com/album/divide...

The modern world in old Ladybird books. “A small digital computer designed for the businessman” (1971) Artist: BH Robinson

Rare live appearance incoming - October 25th, Fell Foot Woods, The Lake District. quob.uk/2025/

Write the book you would like to see someone pull from a higgledy piggledy pile in a secondhand shop 63 years after your death and say, "This looks fucking weird. I think I will buy it for Joan."

Please support - doomforpalestine.bandcamp.com/album/doom-f...

"Listen! the wind is rising, and the air is wild with leaves, We have had our summer evenings, now for #October eves!" By Humbert Wolfe #October1st #BookChatWeekly #Autumn 🎃🍃🍂 🖼️ 'La Bourrasque' (The Gust of Wind) by Lucien Lévy-Dhurmer, 1896

If you're a newsletter subscriber, today's the last day you can save 25% off the newly released Diva Gemini, Diva Gemini Dark and Diva Gemini Bundle. www.theunfinished.co.uk

Tonight we are going to see Rollerball. Tomorrow we are going to Brent Cross the new shopping centre.

PEG - Profanity Embroidery Group, Whitstable, UK, a group formed by women for stitching and swearing #WomensArt

The Hum was more than a sound. It was the electric ley of the land manifesting. We walked underneath its lines and were transformed. Outsiders called us trespassers, filthy hippies, mad marchers. We just called ourselves Children of The Hum. – Trippy Pete, ex-Pylon Person #VOH

New release day - Carlisle City Council return..... carlislecitycouncil.bandcamp.com/album/gatewa...

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In having an intimate knowledge of the paths she treads, the witch not only knows where and when to gather herbs, she develops a profound relationship with their ecosystem of spirits. Around this bend wild strawberries, in this stretch the Wood Sprite called Whipfast. – #EmilyCBanting 1981 #WitchSky

Sadly with the various limitations on international postage, I can now no longer ship to the USA or Europe. UK orders only. 🤯

When I pass under a transmission tower, I look up and wish for The Hum to start anew. I want to be one of its children again, to re-connect to the electric ley of the land. Marching the wires and saying: "Fuck you!" to farmers one last time. – Trippy Pete, ex-Pylon Person, 1982

Some lanes and tracks hold a feeling of being shadowed on even the fiercest summer days. Shadows due to something more than high hedge and tree. Lanes and tracks that are the territories of temporal shades, thick with the sense of other times breaking through. – #CJosiffe

With tracks from: @heartwood9.bsky.social‬ @bummercampband.bsky.social‬ @bellprover.bsky.social‬ @micro-moon.bsky.social‬ @headtech.bsky.social‬ and more :)

Further audio explorations from Lookout Mountain Laboratory : lookoutmountainlaboratory.bandcamp.com/album/human-...

At Lammas, the borders of Faery expand. They enfold. They entangle. To walk the edge of the field is to risk accidentally crossing into those silvered lands with two moons and unfamiliar stars. No wonder it is regarded as a date of disappearance. – #CLNolan #Lammas

The Hum called us to walk under its lines, to listen to its songs. The Hum called us to become part of the electric ley of the land. It opened up the way into another England and when it stopped, not all of us made it back. – Tattoo Labyrinth Dave, ex Pylon Person

I used to find this picture - and the whole concept - of a flooded valley quite haunting. Actually, I still do Artist: Ronald Lampitt (Our Land in the Making, 1966)

Many farmers retain a sense of sympathetic magic their long ancestors would recognise. They construct field wards – often taking the shape of Wicker Kings or Queens – in folkloric belief that like scares away like. Few would dare tell them this practice doesn't work. – Dr. M. Benn #FolkloreThursday

Move quickly if you'd like a copy of this - joergfollert.de/feld/

‘In the Country’ (1954) Published 70 years ago - and another world away (Artist: Septimus Scott)

Today is the #SummerSolstice The longest day - and it’s a Saturday 😊 Artist: David Palmer

Listen again: The Driftway / 17th June 2025 Playing tracks by The Heartwood Institute, Goatherder, Me Lost Me, Yumah, Midwich Youth Club and more. @heartwood9.bsky.social | www.mixcloud.com/camp_fr/the-...

Last nights Driftway is now on mixcloud for your investigations - www.mixcloud.com/camp_fr/the-...

Tonight at 11pm

New Driftway tonight

#enclosurethree Sunday, @MadWaspRadioMWR ... (This is the "workswithoutglasses-announcement")

#hauntology #hauntologymusic @hawksmoormusic.bsky.social @greyfrequency.bsky.social @heartwood9.bsky.social

New Driftway, this Tuesday evening at 11pm on @campradio.bsky.social

And Normans also have some copies : www.normanrecords.com/records/2097...

Just a quick reminder, the last few of these are available on actual tape ..... spunoutofcontrol.bandcamp.com/album/neon-n...

We called them transmission temples, not transmission towers. They sent The Hum down the lines we followed. They transmitted the signal encoded in the electric ley of the land. They were our psychic infrastructure, our temporary altars. – Signal-catcher Rose, ex-Child of The Hum #VOH #Pylons

'...tale of the man who single-handedly brought about the revival of Witchcraft in England" 😊 #NowReading Witchfather A Life of Gerald Gardner Volume 1 - Into The Witch Cult. Philip Heselton #BookSky

All thresholds are an engine of magic for the witch. Doorstep. Shore. Horizon. Field edge. Each perceived border a parade of auguries, a chance to straddle worlds and profit from the crossing. What is witchcraft? It is in part, a key to every dominion. – #EmilyCBanting, 1982 #WitchSky

We come to ruins with ghost expectations. We know that if the stones and bricks do not leak spirits on our visit, they will at least always leak stories. For ghostlore is a condition of both place and our cave-old need for narrative. – Dr. M. Benn, 1982 #Ghostlore

Fresh on The Haunted Generation site - huge thanks to @mattsawyer.bsky.social for this evocative look at his early 1970s family holidays. Dungeness, Dymchurch and The Claws of Axos... hauntedgeneration.co.uk/2025/05/28/t...

The pylons marched the land and so did we. Each pylon passed giving its voice to The Hum we heard. Each transmission tower a temporary temple. The electric ley of the land charting itself in our heads with every walked mile. – Signal-catcher Rose, ex-Child of The Hum #VOH

The witch walks ways of hawthorn. The witch walks ways of hemlock. She has no fear of the maples in the hedge despite the claims of folklore. Her footsteps are acts of ritual agency and intent. Her routes always taking her into a deeper relationship with the land. #£milyCBanting, 1982 #WitchSky

My Haunted Generation column from @forteantimes.bsky.social #453... hello to @davidajaycock.bsky.social @xqui.bsky.social @subexotic.bsky.social @heartwood9.bsky.social @fjwords.bsky.social hauntedgeneration.co.uk/2025/05/20/t...

All of our hodology is haunted by the dead treading of those who walked the ways before us. All of our hodology is a temporal map, a telling of the time when paths were carved. Every route is a tale and our treading of it writes us into a future ghost story. – Dr. Michael Benn

The witch learns from the land. The witch learns the land. She knows where its songs are sung loudest, the finding of its thousand thresholds. Her tongue is made strong from speaking its occulted names. Its secret languages are tattooed on her bones. – #Emily C Banting, 1982 #WitchSky

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