Spend your money on the things money can buy. Spend your time on the things money can’t buy. Haruki Murakami The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle #BookWormSat

Have you ever had that feeling—that you’d like to go to a whole different place and become a whole different self? The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle Haruki Murakami #BookWormSat 🖼️ Hokusai Boy Viewing Mount Fuji 1839

Love Cotehele and this window!

The abandoned maritime area and former quay of Slaughden just south of Aldeburgh is associated with local folklore. There are tales of phantom footsteps along the shingle beach where old streets disappeared into the North… #PhantomsFriday

For what do we live, but to make sport for our neighbours, and laugh at them in our turn? Pride and Prejudice Jane Austen #BookWormSat 🖼️ James Gillray

I wander thro' each charter'd street, Near where the charter'd Thames does flow.  And mark in every face I meet Marks of weakness, marks of woe. In every cry of every Man, In every Infants cry of fear, In every voice: in every ban, The mind-forg'd manacles I hear… London Blake #BookWormSat

According to Hebridean mythology, a fairy hound known as the Cu Sìth is said to occasionally leave oversized pawprints on the beaches of Harris, which mysteriously disappear halfway across the sand…🐾 #PhantomsFriday

Stars of this week’s moth trap- brimstone moth and rosy footman. #moths

A pleasure to have spent the afternoon in Hookland… #FolkloreSunday

She was tall. Her long hair fell to her waist, framing in gold her pale and lovely face. Her eyes were blue. She wore a loose gown of white cambric, embroidered with living green stems of broom and meadowsweet, and a wreath of green oak leaves in her hair. Alan Garner The Owl Service #BookWormSat

Here’s rosemary, that’s for remembrance: pray you, love, remember: and there is pansies, that’s for thoughts. There’s fennel for you, and columbines: there’s rue for you; and here’s some for me: we may call it herb of grace o’ Sundays… Hamlet Shakespeare #BookWormSat

The Llandoger Trow in Bristol, said to be haunted by Edward Teach among others…

I acquired the habit of laying my egg and burning myself every five hundred years–and you know how difficult it is to break yourself of a habit. E. Nesbit The Phoenix and the Carpet 🖼️ H. Millar #BookWormSat

At the end of the world there lies a mountain so high it makes you dizzy even to think about it. It is as black as soot, as smooth as silk …and where there should be a bottom, there are only clouds… high up on the peak stands the Hobgoblin's House. Finn Family Moomintroll Tove Jansson #BookWormSat

According to legend, spirits appear from the water at night to dance on the beach at Durdle Door before vanishing. Local folklore may have absorbed the story of a fire that burned down the nearby Lulworth Castle in 1929, leaving the maidservsants to shelter on the beach… #PhantomsFriday

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Neither one of the two friends felt any great need of talking. As yet. They had time; summer lay before them, long and full of promises. Tove Jansson Moominsummer Madness 1954 #BookWormSat #Summer

Out of this wood do not desire to go. Thou shalt remain here whether thou wilt or no. I am a spirit of no common rate. The summer still doth tend upon my state, And I do love thee. Therefore go with me. Titania A Midsummer Night’s Dream Shakespeare #BookWormSat #Summer

Stars of this week’s moth trap- large elephant hawk moth and privet hawk moth 🦋 #moths

The footsteps of a ghostly monk are said to haunt the paths of Sissinghurst. Vita and Harold spoke of the phenomenon and their housekeeper confirmed the spectral presence, saying that many visitors asked who the ‘reverend gentleman’ was, wandering around the grounds… #PhantomsFriday

O then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you. She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the fore-finger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep; Mercutio Romeo and Juliet Shakespeare #BookWormSat

I saw pale kings and princes too, Pale warriors, death-pale were they all; They cried—‘La Belle Dame sans Merci Thee hath in thrall!’ I saw their starved lips in the gloam, With horrid warning gapèd wide, And I awoke and found me here, On the cold hill’s side. Keats La Belle Dame #BookWormSat

The reef surrounding the Godrevy Lighthouse has claimed countless vessels, most notably the HMS Garland in 1649. Local folklore claims the wreck occurred on the day King Charles I was executed and that spectral vessels still occasionally appear in the mist… #PhantomsFriday

That man seems to me to be equal to the gods who is sitting opposite you and hears you nearby speaking sweetly and laughing delightfully, which indeed makes my heart flutter in my breast; for when I look at you even for a short time, it is no longer possible for me to speak Sappho 31 #BookWormSat

WE two boys together clinging, One the other never leaving, Up and down the roads going, North and South excursions    making, Power enjoying, elbows stretching, fingers clutching, Arm'd and fearless, eating, drinking, sleeping, loving… We two boys together Walt Whitman 🖼️ Hockney #BookWormSat

The Bowl Inn in Almondsbury Gloucestershire is famously haunted by the ghost of a young C16th girl, Elizabeth Maronne. Staff and patrons have frequently reported hearing her ghostly whispers reciting nursery rhymes, particularly around the corridors and attics… #PhantomsFriday

Beautiful. Best wishes for a speedy recovery Linda.

Ask for those kings whom thou saw'st yesterday, And thou shalt hear, All here in one bed lay. She is all states, and all princes, I, Nothing else is. Princes do but play us; compared to this, All honor's mimic, all wealth alchemy Donne The Sun Rising #BookWormSat 👑 🖼️ Klimt

Who list to hunt, I know where is an hind… And graven with diamonds in letters plain There is written, her fair neck round about: Noli me tangere, for Caesar's I am, And wild for to hold, though I seem tame. Whoso list to Hunt Sir Thomas Wyatt #BookWormSat 👑