In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole. It was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort.
Bright round doors in summery hues dot the lush, grassy hillsides of Hobbiton like wildflowers. Behind each doorway, comfortably appointed burrows wind into earth: each one home to a hobbit, or a family of the Shire’s rosy-cheeked little-folk.
Every hobbit-hole is unique, expressing the personality of its inhabitants with colour and prettily adorned with gardens, furniture and the rustic debris of everyday life. Over the hill to the north of Bag End is a cluster of well-situated hobbit-holes with commanding views. An elegant porch cordoned by carved wooden balustrades keeps firewood dry at Number 39, the only smial of the neighbourhood to boast a honey-hued front door.
Dimensions: 15,5 x 7 x 6 cm