I left Crickhollow bright and early in the morning. Shared a couple of meals with Fatty Bolger befor entering the darkness of the Old Forest. A funny old place by all accounts. I have got lost in here on many occasions. Hmmm I recall in particular a very frustrating walk around a few years ago searching for rare flowers!!
These days I have a much better sense of direction. There again, I did make the mistake of leaning against Old Man Willow for a brief 40 winks, and would you believe it next thing I knew I was submerged within its boughs! Luckily for me, I knew the “Ho! Tom Bombadil” rhyme sufficiently to call Tom to my rescue.
I danced my way to the Bombadil household, chatting in as nonsensical manner as I could. Tom is the perfect guest and treated me to a very generous meal. Very satisfying. And it is here that I set myself down to sleep for the night!
Pashbo Proudfeet