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Hookland has the dialect word staraback – a day which seems to stand still while it looks behind itself and reflects on the path it has walked to the now. County folklore has them as a time to harvest omens and to release imprisoned hurts of the heart. – #MattAdams, 1982 #WOTD

There is Hookland dialect word I am fond of – mund. It means a spot in the wood where a sense of shadowed power is concentrated, where even the younger trees have learned how to growl against man. – #EmilyCBanting, 1982 #WOTD

I've discovered another Hookland dialect word I like: wudlec – the rightful respect the woods deserve. It implies a regard for more than paths. I discovered the word after being accused of being: "A wudlec free zone. A guaranteed future search and rescue." – #MattAdams, 1982 #WOTD

Hooklanders talk about spritfel – the innate ability to know which tree is home to a Wood Sprite, to know exactly where in the landscape genii locorum dwell. They talk of it as navigation, as a form of self-protection. To be without spritfel is a terrible thing. – #MattAdams #WOTD

I've just learnt a new word of Hookland dialect – crawfarlow. It means the holding of a reasonable fear based upon the knowledge of things under the water's surface. – #MattAdams, 1981 #Hookland #WOTD

Before I came to Hookland I didn't know of foris-marks – the point on the horizon where strangeness may be found; the possibility beyond next field, up the next copse is exactly where our border with Faery starts. Now I can't do without the dialect. – #MattAdams, 1982 #Hookland #WOTD

I have just discovered the Hookland dialect word 'perimarg' – the unshakeable sense of something unseen waiting ahead at the mouth of a path or lane. – #MattAdams, Hookland #WOTD

There's a Hookland dialect word - greenhole – used to describe the powerful attraction of a dark way into the woods. 'Going down the greenhole' is usually reserved for that moment when the path ahead intensifies into a tunnel-like pitch and yet you know won't turn back. – #MattAdams, 1982 #WOTD

Hookland holds the dialect word of holscad – a shadow cast by something that is patently not there, a shadow of something which was once there, but now no longer exists. #Hookland #WOTD

Another piece of Hookland dialect I am very fond of it 'wight-wrey' – a swerve in the path or road ahead which one instinctively knows the turning of will lead to the revelation of a ghost or other unholy terror. – #CLNolan, BBC National Programme talk, 1934 #WOTD #Hookland

eodor, m.n: enclosure, fence, hedge, wall; zone, region; protector, protective lord. (EH-oh-dor / ˈɛɔ-dɔr) Image: Livre d'Heures de Jean Sans Peur; Flanders, 1409-1419; @labnf.bsky.social Département des manuscrits, NAL 3055, f. 178v. #OldEnglish #WOTD

There is a Hookland dialect word I am most fond of and find inordinately useful – path-doubt. It refers to the uncertainty of looking down the way and not knowing if the folk you can glimpse are flesh and blood or phantom flicker. – #CLNolan #WOTD