Today is what we call 'Frantic Friday' over here, when as many as can, take to the highway to extend their Christmas Holiday visits to the maximum, while others keep shopping as if stocking up for the Apocalypse, realising that their Christmas won't be perfect without some quail's eggs or larks' tongues in aspic or whatever. Ludlow Market was heaving (we realised our Christmas won't be perfect without some Wrekin Blue cheese and a celeriac). We are the food capital of the Marches. Learning some Welsh songs and relaxing with a pipeful of Old Dark Fired. Happy weekend, to those who celebrate