The hobbits calling Number 31 Lakeside home are lulled to sleep each night by the gentle lapping of the water just a few feet from their burgundy door. Being so close to the water’s edge makes for convenient fishing. Nets are spread for mending on the grass and freshly snared eels hang outside. Hot pitch bubbles in a pot, ready to be smeared on the upturned hull of the fisherman’s round coracle.