Dad liked Tolkein and also going for walks in the Foret de Soignes, along the cliffs, Over the Welsh black mountains, Up by Primrose Hill...

Bilbo says it all here

The Road goes ever on and on,
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.