The Ludlow
... By David Livingstone Learmonth WHEN I left the heights of the United the air may have been crisp,; but the sun had been shining all day and it was warm. When I got down into the vale the temperature had fallen so much that even the blazing log-fires of that famous Eliza bethan hostelry, kept by a former secretary of the Ludlow Hunt, could not keep the cold out. At Hereford Bridge the next ...