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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

Cally Road’s king and I

Thing is, despite the many people, none gave me a second look. And, I’d never looked more guilty of breaking and entering in my life.

A spoon carver’s progress

There it is on my Facebook wall. 3 years ago today: I’m squirming at a photo of this spoon I carved from a bit of