Its quite unlike me to indulge too much in the ales of the Shire (although it is highly like me to indulge in dwarf ale!) but today I did just that. I tried a number of the different beverages on offer at the Green Dragon before watching the most engaging of firework displays at the Methel Stage in Bywater.
Of course, one drink led to another. And another. And I soon found myself stumbling across the Hobbiton bridge and towards Bag End. Now, although my brain may be somewhat addled due to the brews consumed, I did recall enough of my dwarven history to know that today was the day in history that Thorin and Company arrived at Bag End, to enlist young Bilbo Baggins and head off to reclaim the Lonely Mountain.
With this in mind, I paid a visit to Bag End in homage to this great occasion. My stumblings soon convinced me that I was a little too drunk for a trip to Erebor myself, but to stand at the scene of the meeting filled me with great honour.