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. Near the base of the Hill, where the ways divide, is a dwelling with a blue door the hue of a cloudless summer sky. Ivy drapes a frontage of brick and stone and divides the front garden from a back doorway round the side of the grassy mound.
