The Shire and Belonging.

I find myself wanting to make a long post about The Shire and the people who live in it. It’s breaking into factions, but the trend is definitely away from Middle Earth and towards Middle England. I’m not going to because the subject is too complex, too dependent on personal truths and perceptions, and pollution is a relative concept which relies on them.

What I will say is that the strength of the moon surprised me tonight. Even though she was all but hidden behind a veil of cloud, she still picked out the detail in the landscape clearly. It helped that the landscape is monochrome at the moment – a black tapestry of trees, lanes and hedgerows, stitched onto a white canvas.

I’m not sure that I belong here. I’m not sure that being a faction of one is quite right for a place like The Shire.