(Borrowed from Shropshire Blues.)
If you’ve looked through this site, you may have noticed that I’m quite fond of the poetical works of A.E. Housman, whose remains can be found in St. Laurence’s churchyard in Ludlow, not five minutes walk from where I’m sitting right now.
Which explains why I have a short-ish article in the January-February issue of Ludlow Ledgerentitled While Ludlow Tower Shall Stand, about my personal voyage into the Housman’s world. The title of the article comes from A Shropshire Lad III (The Recruit) and while it’s quite suitable for the content of the article, I hadn’t realized at the time I wrote it that Clive Richardson had used a very similar line from the same poem for his book Till Ludlow Tower Shall Fall, or else I’d have used a different title. Sorry, Clive! Still, I don’t suppose my little article is going to affect the sales of your book adversely. 🙂
If this is of any interest to you, hopefully you can find a copy of Ludlow Ledger (it’s free!) from one of the outlets listed here, or order a single copy or subscription from the paper’s web site (but that isn’t free…), or view it online here.
If it isn’t of any interest, I shan’t hold it against you. 🙂
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