Magical morning at Hobbiton
We set the alarm for 6a.m. and spent a magical morning at Hobbiton. En route I was inspired to write:
Smaug’s breath veils the trees,
trails across the road,
day breaks in a coral sky
as we travel to Middle Earth,
through brown fern glades
and fields of maize,
to turn at Tirau
Sun spreads an ochre glow
over 44 Hobbit Holes
as we drop into the Shire’s Rest
in time for second breakfast.
Sadly, there was no time for 10 o’clocks or elevenses as the tour took two hours – every second of it enthralling.
It is amazing how much effort and attention to detail went into making the set.
All I can say is if you ever get the chance to visit, make sure you book in advance. The tour before ours was oversubscribed and other members of our group were turned away later in the day as every tour was fully booked.
Hobbiton was not on my original list of things to see and do in the North Island but the exquisite elf costumes at the Te Papa museum in Wellington persuaded us to add it to the agenda.
I’m so glad we went. We will be able to review the films in a different light when we get back home.
If only we could also visit Rivendell!