The party tree

So when I was about 14 my family went to New Zealand for Christmas. Being in love with the Lord of the Rings I asked to go to Hobbiton near Matamata. Hobbiton consisted of green hills with occasional wooden circles where hobbit holes used to be but I was still the happiest human. I stood on the stairs of Bag End and most importantly I got to hug the party tree.

Ten years later and here I am again. This time Hobbiton has real houses and gardens and I had to ask permission to go near the tree. This is one of my strongest memories of my last trip here and I'm so glad I got to relieve it with an extra level of awesome.