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 watera€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 fishermana€s round coracle.