..Shire...Bagginssss... It's no secret that Tolkien had the english countryside in mind when he thought up the Shire and the jovial Hobbits. And now I'm atop my black bike overlooking...the Shire.. I'm on Dartmoor overlooking the cornish countryside, mile after mile of rolling hills in different shades of green, dotted with forests, hedges and trees. In the walleys, small hamlets with -combe names, bell towers, white walls, thatched roofs, the village pub and the village green. Small winding roads and old stone bridges. Humid, lush, rich greenery. Lichens climb and thrive on the trees. The Shire. And I have a feeling that I'm not going to be Sam-the-Hobbit, charging down on Bill-the-Pony. Or the she-elf on the white strider (For those of you who hasn't read the books but enjoyed the films-read the books. It's not
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