LETTER No. VI. 



[1886. 



BY TEME-SIDE, AT LUDLOW. 



P mony a vow" to return at first 

 convenient season, I tore myself 

 away from THE OLD FARMHOUSE 

 where, in spite of wind and weather, I had 

 passed a pleasant week. Before leaving the 

 country I decided to spend a day at Ludlow 

 and to make another attack on the Teme in 

 that neighbourhood. 



Ludlow, as you know, is a picturesque old 

 town, beautifully situated on a hill, partly 

 surrounded by hills, dominated by the tall 

 tower of the fine old church and the ruins of 

 the Castle, which command lovely views on 

 all sides. I am not an antiquarian, and I 

 am not going to poke about amongst the old 

 walls of this old Castle ; I am going to angle 

 in the Teme, which here has grown into a 

 fine stream half encircling the town, and is 

 backed up by the rocky cliffs of a delightful 



