Woodhall

Into the land that the Halflings called the ‘Green Hill Country’ we rode, the horses speeding up to a canter as we passed a few small villages to our right, hiding now in the misty early evening, their window lamps being the only sign of life. It was an evening to be indoors, though it was nowhere near as bitter as it had been in Cardolan. Off the road we traveled uphill, winding our way through closely growing trees above Woodhall. Then there came the clearing.

Deputy-Shirriff North-took searches for clues while on a case near Woodhall

Hobbit Heart  in Woodhall , practicing and enjoying a lovely afternoon in the Shire

But he that dares not grasp the thorn. Should never crave the rose....

Anne Bronte

Only in the Shire can one find such light even at night!  Among my favorite sights in the hobbit-land; it's only a shame there is little to actually do here...