And so to Hobbiton which was pure magic. There was no overt commercialism and strolling around looking at all the Hobbit holes and the attention to detail like small ladders, axes, clothes on lines just added to the immersion you felt. As the sun broke through the clouds as we sat outside The Green Dragon drinking beer brewed in The Shire my breath left me. I could quite happily have sat there for days watching the light play across the fields and off the surface of the lake. This would not be the last time I felt like this in New Zealand. It will be also not the only time that I say that the pictures do not do it justice, there is a magic that cannot be captured by a camera.