Whan that Aprille with his shoures soote,
The droghte of March hath perced to the roote,
And bathed every veyne in swich licóur
Of which vertú engendred is the flour;
Whan Zephirus eek with his swete breeth
Inspired hath in every holt and heeth
The tendre croppes, and the yonge sonne
Hath in the Ram his halfe cours y-ronne,
And smale foweles maken melodye,
That slepen al the nyght with open ye,
So priketh hem Nature in hir corages,
Thanne longen folk to goon on pilgrimages,
And palmeres for to seken straunge strondes,
To ferne halwes, kowthe in sondry londes;
And specially, from every shires ende
Of Engelond, to Caunterbury they wende,
The hooly blisful martir for to seke,
That hem hath holpen whan that they were seeke.
So....I arrived in London a few hours ago, and will be off for Canterbury at 5.45 (!) in the morning. The trip is primarily to celebrate various tail-end-of-Holy-Week masses at the home of Anglicanism, Canterbury Cathedral.
And before I depart, I plan to walk over to the area in Southwark where the Tabard Inn once stood. :)
Anyone wishing to receive a postcard, please just email me your mailing address and I'll put one in the mail for you. tymothi_j_2 @ yahoo.com
Also, I accidentally left my book with addresses at home, so for those of you who usually just request a postcard without your address, please include it this time!
Happy Easter Everyone!