Goodnight from Vicki Betts, desperate to test the efficacy of her new love charm in The Ice House nightclub. Goodnight from Broxton’s Orchard, where a lantern party is in full swing and each ghost story told darkens with the amount of roast cider that has been drunk. Goodnight from Hookland.

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Hooklanders talk of dusk as 'hurry home'. It's an attempt to express that creeping sense of peril that comes upon you in certain places as the sun goes down. Twilight terror. Another cup of tea declined. The Highway Code ignored. The true rush hour of the county. – #MattAdams

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I'm sitting in bed reading Charlie Brown Coronet paperbacks like it's 1978. #peanuts

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The first week of our Little Free Library has seen ten books borrowed, sixteen donated, and two very happy five and seven-year-old librarians in our house 🖤

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I immediately thought of this guy climbing the stairs:

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