I grew up Newburry in Buckland, before moving to a  small village in the North Farthing named 'Upper' Long Cleeve. I was the local postmaster for a while. it not a career I recommend as it as interesting as watching eggs boil. 

Everything changed when I had to deliver a parcel to a friendly hobbit named Griffo Boffin in the West Farthing town called Nobottle. Being in Nobottle made me realise that there were other parts of The Shire I could explore. I decided to get a pony and travel down the road.

My adventure had begun...

Eventually I found myself in another West Farthing town named Michel Delving. It quite a nice size town, but I think ending up there was a mistake. It was here everything went wrong!

Firstly, there was the day I tried to help out Postman Proudfoot. He was very appreciative until, although through no fault of my own, I got into trouble by loosing a mail bag between Michel Delving and Waymeet. It seems that the hobbits in West Farthing are a very nosy bunch too.

Then, there was the night I bumped Bounder Boffin. I should have realized that from that point forward, I would get mixed up with somebody else problems. For when I  met two other hobbits a Mundo Sackville-Baggins and Celandine Brandybuck, we all got mugged and saved by a guy called Strider....but that's a long story that I prefer to forget.

But it was in Bree that I came across an extraordinary tale of magical lesser rings in a far away land called More Door.

Today I am going to discover what happened  to the lesser rings. But first I need second breakfast probably Roast Mutton..

I just hope that tomorrow will be a sunny day...