There and back again. UnHobbitlike.

So, Suffolk...Walberswick to Dunwich, where the sea swallowed the shore.  And back again. UnHobbitlike. No gold found. Just a hagstone.  Good luck, they say.  Oh really, I say.   Oh whistle and I'll come to you, my lad...   They might be giants...sand silhouettes... A stand of trees, a stripe of shore, a slim slither of sea... The marshes...the cry of a curlew... There is someone coming...a warning to the curious? Slow water, lazy eels of streams.  What was that film,...