The Shropshire Star
Ludlow love affair keeps drawing Dave back from Canada
Ludlow's fame as a food capital has spread far and wide. Canadian architectural designer and freelance food and travel writer David Gillett has been sharing his love affair with Ludlow with readers in Canada's national paper the Globe and Mail, telling them of the town's many delights, illustrated with his own sketches. Here David explains what has drawn him to make a journey of thousands of miles to Ludlow again and again – and why he's planning to be back soon
It might be the artful bend in the river Teme, or the ancient castle brooding above it. Maybe it’s the medieval streets, the atmospheric alleyways, the fine Georgian facades on Broad Street.
Of course, it would be rather banal to say that it’s the
food. That’s the typical line used by the unimaginative, the standard trope
about Ludlow: The Food Town. And who wants to be accused of being
unimaginative, swayed by food culture, influenced by the obvious? Well, I’ll go
first: me.
Hook, line and sinker: Ludlow’s food scene has me. Because,
beautiful setting, fascinating history and lovely buildings notwithstanding, what
really sets Ludlow apart is its foodie credentials: its grounded connection to the countryside,
to local producers, specialty shops and great chefs.
And it’s largely why I’ve been back half a dozen times, all
the way from Canada. That’s an 8-hour flight, Toronto to London, followed by
the long trek into the Shropshire hills.
“Back to Ludlow? Again? …Why?” That’s how the questioning will go, as it has
multiple times before.
“ ‘Tell me what you
read and I’ll tell you who you are’ is true enough but I’d know you better if
you told me what you re-read,” said the French writer, Francois Muriac.
Muriac was onto something, and his theory applies just as
tellingly to travel.
I’m not a bucket-list location ticker. Some places are worth
returns visits- they just feel right, like going home. They’re a movie we want
to see again, a poem that improves with many readings. For me, one of those
places is Ludlow, and food has always played some part in the magnetic pull of
this Shropshire town.
The Ludlow Food Festival is the longest running food
celebration in Britain and has helped put the town on the world culinary map,
attracting over 20,000 visitors every fall for three days of tastings and demonstration
by top chefs. Thanks to this and other festivals celebrating everything from
beer to sausages to cheese, hundreds of local producers are given a showcase
for the best independent food and drink. This in turn has spawned a rich
variety of food shops, restaurants and farm shops in Ludlow and the valleys
close by. The connective tissue is an emphasis on quality, a connection to the
land: terroir. Some of the food people I
talked to believe that a community’s food choices help maintain the landscape,
that the famous “Green and pleasant land” looks as it does because of food and
farming; we help support that, and the quality of life in this town, by the
food choices we make.
And those choices are bewildering in Ludlow. The market sets
up in the square several times a week, and on “Local to Ludlow” days, muddy
Landrovers disgorge a bewildering array of goods, from just-laid eggs to
delicate courgettes to scrumpy cider brews. On surrounding streets, a jolly
gaggle of food shops congregate, all within a few minutes’ stroll from the
castle and each other. The Broad Bean,
on Broad Street, sells the best smoked salmon I’ve ever tried and deservedly won
the Farm Shop Deli of the year for 2019. Henry Mackley, who runs the nearby
Harp Lane Deli overlooking the market square, couldn’t abide us starting our
Ludlow stay with something pre-packaged from the supermarket. He kept the shop
open an extra 15 minutes and proceeded to set us up with a basket of great
ingredients, conferred at length with Katy about pasta proportions, and
generously decanted a custom amount of his best olive oil in return for a
donation to a local charity.
We soon discovered that Henrys’ expertise, and his eagerness
to share it, is simply how life rolls in Ludlow. Four family-owned butchers do a roaring
trade. We visited Andrew Francis on our second night in town looking for some
local partridge. “Sorry, no,” said the
friendly red-cheeked butcher, his trilby hat pushed back. “No, you don’t want
that. Partridge isn’t open until next week. What you’ll be wanting is a nice a
haunch of Venison”. He wasn’t going to sell game birds if they hadn’t been
freshly sourced from the bushes of a nearby estate. We (and the birds) were
fine with that. We traded him stories about eating bear roast and moose
tenderloin. “O Canada!” he said, grinning.
And the venison was lovely.
The Mousetrap, a cheese shop barely the size of our rental
car, is bursting with over 150 varieties, may made less than a short country
drive away. With expert help we settled on a wedge of Shropshire Blue and three
others. (Okay, maybe six.)
The cheese people in turn directed us to a green grocer for
some of the freshest, plumpest produce I’d ever seen - much of it liberally
caked with black topsoil from nearby farm fields, lush green with the frequent
rains of the Marches.
Freshness and simplicity are at the heart of everything in
this town, an original player in the Slow Food movement in England. Taste,
freshness, provenance are the watchwords here.
And the restaurants follow suit: fewer ingredients but
better ones, quality rather than novelty.
To start the day, a street-side table at Chichettis is hard
to beat. Avocado on toast and an authentic wake-me-up Macchiato kick-started
our day nicely. The contemporary Castle Tea Room, ingeniously inserted in the
castle wall, serves tea and a fresh scones complete with a complimentary
medieval courtyard view, and sometimes even a bonus falconry demo.
Next to the castle,
Elliot’s, a French bistro run by Olivier Bossut in the elegant Dinham Dall
Hotel, capped one of our days in style. The cassoulet Toulosain was, to use a
technical gastronomic term: scrumptious.
Elegant dining in a classic Georgian House: My inner Mr.Darcy approved.
Depth and new talent bodes well for the future. Karl Martin,
the young chef at "Old Downton Lodge", created the most extraordinary
meal we’ve ever eaten. Anywhere. The
restaurant, recommended to me by Lucy of “Let’s Go Ludlow” fame, is set in a medieval
stone barn hung with tapestries, a fittingly atmospheric setting for a 3 hour
dinner served with laid-back professionalism.
Like Shropshire itself, the food was at once both familiar and nuanced,
simple but deliciously complex.
If finishing the day with a celebratory libation is on the
agenda, “Ludders” continues to punch above its weight. You could visit the “The
Blood bay”, a Victorain pub that will transport you back in time, or the tiny
“Dog Hangs Well” parlour pub in Corve street. (No sign, but you’ll know it’s
open if the antique street light is burning outside.) You could try one of the many thriving
traditional pubs, like The Wheatsheaf which is built into the walls beside the
town’s only remaining mediaeval gate or wend your way down the narrow alleyway
that leads to the Rose and Crown Inn, one of England’s oldest, plying its trade
for over 600 years.
Lucien Bonaparte, Napoleons’ brother, would have known it
well. He lived in “open confinement” a few streets over in Dinham House in 1811
while his brother was prancing around Europe. Used now for what must surely be
the world’s loveliest wood-stove showroom, Dinham House is a Georgian
masterpiece of stately symmetry. Lucien may have been “a guest of the King” but
he had a retinue of servants and, no doubt, a steady supply of very fine Ludlow
foodstuffs.
He knew it and anyone who visits today will soon learn:
Ludlow is a fine town to be confined in for a few days, or better yet a week, a
great pace to return to. Eating well definitely won’t be a problem.
To paraphrase Muriac: “ ‘Tell me where you travel and I’ll
tell you who you are’. That is true enough but I’d know you better if you told
me where you return to time and time again,”.
For some, the travel experience is ten thousand miles wide
and one inch deep, but I’d argue for a narrower focus and a deeper, more local
experience. And no matter how predictable it might seem, I know I’ll be back in
Ludlow again, exploring new cafes and
foodshops, getting to know a beloved place a little better with each visit.
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David Gillett April 2019