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, gardens, furniture and the rustic debris of everyday life.
Below the wealthy smials of Bagshot Row and the sprawling mansion of Bag End, Hill Lane snakes around the folds of the lower slopes of the Hill, home to some of Hobbiton's humbler hobbit dwellings. Number 2A, with its pretty turquoise door, is one of these smaller but nonetheless beautiful holes. It is said that on a warm summer evening the hobbit who lives there can be seen enjoying a well-earned Southfarthing ale.