Maryland couple, tired of rental hell. Hearing the neighbours on the other side of the wall makes them miserable: between the blaring music and the demented toddler, they get five hours of sleep. Landlord doesn’t care. They’d like to buy, but don’t have a whole lot of money.
But close to their hearts, they hold an idea of domestic comfort that has appealed to millions. We can recite it together:
In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort. It had a perfectly round door like a porthole, painted green, with a shiny yellow brass knob in the exact middle.
Now, most of us just enjoy the fantasy in the abstract. But the pair behind ourhobbithole.com are practical folk, and they want a building permit.
Believe it or not, there are versions of the same idea here and here. The Bagend2 site's concept, which I could see working, involves large sections of pre-formed concrete pipe.
Posted by Patrick at January 18, 2005 10:36 PM