Return To Ludlow & Edinburgh

 

Today's Columbus Day or as you like to call it, "Indigenous Peoples' Day," but two weeks ago it was just another Monday in Sadiq Khan's London, a warm one at that. Almost as though the Sceptered Isle's capital city hadn't paid enough weather tax, which is Net Zero absurd because of course it has, why else would energy be so expensive there? Regardless, I strolled over to the train station, Euston, and rode the rails to Ludlow, a beautiful market town on the border with savage and doubtless Anarcho-Soviet Wales.

Typical Communist Street Scene

"Why Ludlow?" asked an old friend who I met at the town's small but well put together train station the following day. "Because," I replied with razor sharp logic, "I like it, and I have friends here." He seemed to understand, "Ah, now I understand," and we toiled up the hill to the center of town and the Blue Boar pub, lunch and the arrival of MCP, our old boss or Guv'nor in the mid '90s. Great fun, and I think we drank the place clean of Viognier. Were my friends there Communist? No, they were not, and some considerably not.

Room with a view

Neither, I think, was the town itself, unless you count unspoiled late medieval architecture and a market overlooked by a fortress somehow Marxist. And guess what? The place clearly needs to pay a steep fine for its appalling lack of DEI. Didn't see one single burqa or anything even approaching it. Huh. Go to Ludlow if you can, it's very pleasant or as my old boss would say, "Middle Earth."

Edinburgh

Then it was time to move, that being a sign of life, and the movement took me to Edinburgh and the Royal Scots Club (RSC) thanks to a weirdly cheap off-peak rail ticket via Crewe. I like Edinburgh a lot, once you get past the tartan gifte shoppes, and I especially enjoy the RSC, but was it taken over by the Frankfort School and Rainbow Marxism? I sat at the bar to find out.

RSC

Before long, a group of men set up beside me and we fell to talking, lo and behold, they worked in the arms trade or adjacent and go figure, they weren't commies, not at all, quite the reverse. This same pattern occurred twice over so many days and we all got along famously, go figure. That was the day shift, the evenings were mostly taken up with a trad crew of younger guys who seemed to mostly look up to Enoch Powell. No, they weren't Bolsheviks, far from it, and we had a lot of fun.

Note Tartan as opposed to DEI

As with Ludlow, visit the RSC if you can, not a Snackbar in sight and if you're a member you get a great discount on rooms, but much of the place is open to the public in a small, relaxed country house hotel kind of way, so don't let membership stop you from visiting. The Club was founded after WWI as a monument to the men of the Royal Scots Regiment, Pontius Pilate's Bodyguard, who gave their lives in the conflict.

Fast Mover

Next stop on this whirlwind tour of the UK? Cheltenham, a town of contrasts, lovely Georgian buildings as if set in a park, and bikers. Perhaps I'd find the Islamo-Marxist Caliphate there.

Stay Tuned,

LSP

Back - In London

 

It started like this. Fly into Heathrow from DFW, marvel at the T shirt and shorts weather then get a convenient train downtown and set up at the Reform Club. Most Pall Mall congenial and all very "welcome back, sir. Negroni?" Fortified by the right stuff, wander around Zone One in search of the Islamo-Marxist Caliphate, where was it?

Not in Clubland, unsurprisingly, and not much anywhere else except Trafalgar Square, where Sadiq's Khanate has installed hideous Allahu Akbarriers around the monument to Nelson's glorious victory, oh, and a temporary racist statue to boot. Recce into the heart of this once imperial city over, fall back to somewhere pleasant to meet old friends for lunch and dinner. I like the bar, dining room and terrace of the NatLib for that, and of course the Reform is splendid.

So that was a welcome social blast even if it wasn't particularly Communist, although the Reform, Travelers and Athenaeum do share a communal garden just off Waterloo Place, which is very pleasant in a collectivist kind of way. That aside, and by way of ending the first phase of this tour, I met an old pal in Rotherhithe, where the Mayflower set sail from, and enjoyed Choral Evensong at St. Mary's, where the Master of the pilgrim ship is buried, as well as an obligatory pint at the Mayflower pub.

Had Rotherhithe been taken over by the Commie Caliphate? It didn't seem that way as we strolled along the Thames, stopping at several sensible hostelries on the way to Tower Bridge, which lights up like a jewel in the night. Could London make such a monument today? Questionable.

The next day, Monday, it was time to head to Shropshire and Ludlow, once home to a mighty fortress castle and today one of England's more beautiful market towns. Would I find Communism there? Stay tuned to find out.

Cheers,

LSP

Raise The Black Flag

 

DV.

Or maybe you support the violent, nihilist, Islamo-Marxist, rainbow unicorn Transtifa left? We don't, here at the Compound.

Cheers,

LSP