i always found it ironic living in the shires, the actual shires that mr tolkien wrote about when new zealand claims to be 'middle earth'. the similarities tend to end there. apart from the hobbits.
they're nice people, the hobbits. like to eat, like to drink and be merry, they love dancing and having parties. very friendly. totally trustworthy. and despite the fact that not all of them have hairy toes (i'm sure this has got more to do with depilatory actions rather than genetics) they've all got big hobbit hearts.
pascal got to meet my hobbit family and friends and was firmly welcomed as one of the clan.
it's kinda crazy really, to go 'home' when you know it's not anymore; to be welcomed like you've been away for years but continue on chatting like you didn't go any further than the shop.
aiie, hobbit love eh?!
we ventured out of the shires, and crossed the cotswolds popping in on some friendly menhirs enroute. pascal commented that the cotswolds hills are more like a cotswolds bump... i guess if you compare les alpes to snowdonia you might get the drift of it.
middle earth, middle england: where some might equate middle to average i'd say you couldn't get any further from the truth!
thanks for having us, it was wonderful. and we'll see you all in france for a hobbit style camping holdiday!!!
xxxxx
b
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