Here is our message ter Will Whitfoot. Open the gate to Southfarthing!
In year 36 by Shire reckoning, almost 1400 years ago, the Great Plague spread across Middle Earth.
It is time ter open the Southfarting gate! Too long have we been deprived of easy access to Old Toby and Old Vineyards!
Strum the lute, toot the flute! More hobbit bands play on Laurelin! Hooray!
Good friends, tea, pie and dusty old objects. That’s all yer need fer a relaxing, lovely Sunday afternoon. Welcome to a new mathom tea in Songburrow!
Eek! It is dangerous travelling outside of the Shire bounds!
Someone have said them sense a theme in me song lyrics. Still, is there a grander subject fer a song than biscuits? Naw, thought not!
The Brandy Badgers go wassailing in the Shire to wish the farmers a good harvest. Oh, and to sample some ales. Aye! We hope yer will join us!
Every village needs a song, and here is one fer Michel Delving! A gentle swayer fer all hobbits out there.
A late yule story, involving that rascally sheepdog Ruff, a lot of scones and a distinct lack of clotted cream!