Sometimes strange things happen at Struan Farm, and this would be one of those times. (New Zealand is Middle Earth, after all!) Walking up from the pond recently we saw this plume of steam/smoke rising up from the ground:
We've had burn piles here in the past for fallen trees and leaves, etc. John thought the smell was of steaming compost perhaps, given all of the organic matter decomposing below the surface, which we've now grassed.
But who knows, maybe it's Bilbo sending us an SOS?
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