In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole. It was a Hobbit Hole, and that means comfort.
Bright round doors in summery hues dot the lush, grassy hillsides of Hobbiton like wildflowers. Behind each doorway, comfortably appointed burrows wind into earth: each one home to a Hobbit, or a family of the Shire’s rosy-cheeked little-folk. Every Hobbit Hole is unique, expressing the personality of its inhabitants with colour, prettily adorned gardens, furniture, and the rustic debris of everyday life. An unpainted front door sets this home apart from the rest, but it is no less cosy. Capitalizing on the natural earthen tone of the front door, a warm autumnal hue peppers the surrounding trees and ivy, creating a subtle yet inviting abode.