“Shire”. The word conjures up emerald, rolling pastures dotted with luscious trees, bisected by babbling, rock-lined streams, the home of hobbits and other homely folks.
But ‘The Shire’ I’m describing is not in Tolkien’s The Hobbit.
It’s real, and I was there. It’s near Hurst on Green in Lancashire, England -- a beautiful, magical place where Catholic beauty abounds.
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