We are in the medieval castle town of Ludlow, Shropshire, UK, this evening, and have had a wonderful time so far. I have dined on the meat of a wild boar, and did so in the Oxford pub where Tolkien, Lewis, and the other Inklings once spent their Tuesday mornings; I have drank little but the finest ales in public houses around the south of England; and I have read with my own eyes from the pages of Codex Sinaiticus at the British Library. Tomorrow we begin a three-day walk that will take us through the countryside along the Welsh border, a welcome change from a few days of long drives.
A pub in the hamlet of Corsley:
The town of Wells: