Being in Sauron's Shadow.

There’s a small range of hills to the north west of the Shire called the Weavers, and the north west is where most of the angry skies have been driving from lately because we’ve been getting unusually strong winds from that direction for most of the month. It isn’t hard to imagine, therefore, that the highest point of the Weavers is the source from which they emanate.

On top of that, if you walk along Church Lane at around 9.15-9.30 at the moment, the highest point of the Weavers is very close to where the sun is setting. And that means that if there are any fiery skies to be had, they’re to be had over the top of said range of hills, especially the highest point. It isn’t surprising that I’ve taken to calling it Mount Doom, is it?

Only to myself, of course. There’s nobody else to say it to, and the blackbird which sits in the ash tree every evening is too busy singing to care. I wonder whether he and his lady nested in a bramble thicket this year.