“In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Hobbit
I know you shouldn’t get swept away by the small snippet you see of a county when you go on holiday, but I did. New Zealand stole my heart and I wish I could move there.