This morning is one of those rare mornings you have just every now and
again...everything is perfect. no-one is moaning about anything the sun is shining
there is a gentle breeze and my socks have dried. I daydream as I take the
I am on the great road by the Weather Hills in Tolkein's middle earth. Large dark
shapes crest the limestone ridge to my right..Black riders! Heartstoppingly, no
sooner have I said this than nine black shapes crest the white limestone ridge
above the track!
They're taking the hobbits to Isengard!