Today was a simple day in the Shire. A humble, unremarkable day in the month of Winterfilth by Shire Reckoning. The golden and red leaves of Autumn wiggle and dance in the gentle breeze. Most people would be too busy to notice a simple day like this, but I could see the signs. That special fragrance in the air, the sparkling dew drops hanging tenderly on a spider cobweb, the warm breeze blowing unusually from the east. Something special was going to happen even though for most of the hobbits it would seem that this was just a simple, ordinary day of Autumn. Cleto was sitting comfortably on my shoulder, holding a golden biscuit with its little paws and munching away quietly when the small barn owl landed by the front door of Blue Door Cottage with a small scroll of parchment
12 noon meeting
The hidden cave north of the village, passed the old oak by the stream.
Be There!
My beloved handkerchief once belonged to Grandpa Rufus therefore it is not all what it seems. Rufus needed to keep some of his knowledge of the secret paths of the Shire hidden from nosey folk, so some of his discoveries were recorded in let's say, very unusual ways. To folk my old handkerchief is just a small square of finally woven cotton intended for wiping my nose, but to me it is much more that that, to me the handkerchief is a secret map. My mission for the day was set : find the hidden cave and attend the meeting which I am happy to say, went extremely well.
