Return to the Shire

And so, after years of absence, the Wanderer is due once again to set out with the faithful merry brethren on the pilgrimage Holcombe-ward, where many a drop of mead will be supped and spilt in Ye Shoulder of Mutton over tales of yore - of foolish imps making cack in buckets, and of naked fauns striding through chill woodland streams. The days of such elvish merriment may be past, but their memory lives on.