Zach Beauvais

Just type: How I miss Ludlow

Just type: How I miss Ludlow

How I miss Ludlow. A brace of pheasants in the feather for less than a fiver – hanging from one of Ludlow's five local butchers. Each dwelling in a building made by medieval tradesmen. Cobblestones, of course, usually damp, with overhanging late-medieval timbers...

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I thought I’d be wearing a robe or something.

I thought I’d be wearing a robe or something.

“So, this just swings over your jacket, and just hook this bit under your… where’s your tie?” The spindly man from Ede and Ravenscroft held some form of heavy, black wool cloth and cordage out to me. “I’m not wearing one. I don’t own one. Wait, do I need a tie to...

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