Hobbit Hole

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. 
From The Hobbit by John Ronald Reuel Tolkien.
Thanks to steveng for hosting today's Mono Monday with a book theme. 


We survived storm Isha which headed a bit further up to Mayo and Donegal where it wreaked havoc with thousands of homes left without electricity. It's been pretty wild still with big winds followed by unexpected hail events and tomorrow Jocelynn is blowing in!


I was moved by a vigil in London, a march really - no banners, no shouting - just people of every denomination and none walking silently through the streets in solidarity for all people caught up in the horror that is Gaza.