In the patchwork land of green and gold
They walked where Chaucer’s tales were told
Across the rambling rustic shires
To raise their eyes to the towering spires
From far flung lands across the sea
From Avalon and Linden Lea
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Oh mother Church of England fair
In morning mass and evening prayer
Poets take up their pens and quills
And write of blue remembered hills
Ask is there honey still for tea
In Avalon and Linden Lea

Dedicated to all the poets here and the few Pilgrims too.

You can still walk the Pilgrims Way today across gorgeous countryside to journeys end at Canterbury. Though don’t be persuaded to call at the many country inns on the way or you may not reach your destination. I speak from experience.