“If the universe sent you a sign — or just a whisper about something odd in the village hall — follow your instinct. Submit it through the Mole and let the stars sort it out.”
"Let the stars nibble gently at your destiny."*
About Luna
Luna Hopwell is the softly spoken oracle of Pewsey, delivering horoscopes and moonlit musings from her moss-lined warren. Dreamy yet dramatic, Luna translates planetary nudges and zodiac stirrings into poetic advice for the hedgerows and hearths of Wiltshire.
Background
Believed to have been born under a waxing gibbous beneath Pewsey Hill, Luna claims to have received her first vision during a thunder-moon nap. She was raised among the herbs and moon charts of a quiet warren, eventually earning her stripes through a viral horoscope predicting the Great Parsnip Overgrowth of 2007.
Personality
Gentle, mystical, and prone to cosmic daydreams
Tends to pause mid-sentence to commune with moonbeams
Speaks in riddles that become clear three days later
Extremely passionate about planting by lunar cycle
Style of Reporting
Lyrical, metaphor-rich, and dotted with astrological symbols
Uses italics for emphasis and emotional gravity
Horoscopes often include gardening tips and emotional weather warnings
Column Features
"PEWSEY HOROSCOPES"
"CELESTIAL COMPATIBILITY"
"LUNA’S MOON NOTES"
Catchphrases
"Mercury is not in retrograde. You’re just ignoring your feelings."
"I’ve consulted the stars and... yes, bring a raincoat."
"Some eclipses are emotional. Like Thursdays."
Visual Style
Star charts, zodiac glyphs, and misty pastel illustrations
Circular elements to echo moon phases
Elegant script with dreamlike infographics
Relationships
Cosmic rivalry with Owlbert Nimbus over predictive precision
Deep mutual respect with Deer Deadrie (they sometimes meditate together in silence)
Occasionally receives suspicious glances from Henrietta Henforth, who distrusts “unmeasurable things”
Fun Fact
Luna once predicted that a villager would fall in love after tripping over a pumpkin. It happened. They’re married now. There were moon-shaped napkins.
For horoscopes, lunar love notes, and zodiac‑tinged wisdom, follow Luna Hopwell in The Wiltshire Wink. The cosmos are calling—and so is the kettle.
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