I arrive somewhere in the middle of the British Islands: Leeds in Yorkshire.
One of the first things I notice is the abundance of signs on houses that say “To Let” or “For Sale”. There seem to be real estate agents in every street. Selling or renting homes seems to be a big pastime around here. As is gardening. I pass this backyard:
In Yorkshire some homes are castles.
Some of the locals appear rather serious about their property …
Others are more relaxed …
Some roads appear to be from another age.
Occasionally steel denies entry …
… or a wall hides what lies beyond.
Green is the dominant colour.
I walk through narrow passages, shaded by trees.
I feel reminded of Middle Earth. A friend tells me that Tolkien lived in Leeds before he went to Oxford. I am told he lived opposite to this building.
The other side looks like this:
I start looking for Hobbits. I see this …
… and this.
I found the Shire. I wonder where Mordor is.