In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole and that meant comfort.
We are a family of four, living happily amid 14 acres of redwood forest in the Santa Cruz Mountains. We’re building a Hobbit Hole (for humans). If you want to get in touch with us, send a note to:
humans at buildingahobbithole dot com