Tales From Canterbury
We spent last weekend in Kent, at Chilham and Canterbury. It was an amazing thing to be far away from anything urban and built up, in the open countryside. Only meadows and blossoms and green. After dinner one evening, we went and stood in the field beside the remote, idyllic little pub. The sun was low and the grass beneath, yellow. It was so lovely to see only land stretch out in front of us. Here are some summer scenes from the time there …
You may have come across The Canterbury Tales by Geoffrey Chaucer. The story is made up of a collection of tales from travellers on a pilgrimage to Canterbury. These pilgrims are on the way to visit the shrine of Saint Thomas Becket at the Cathedral. It was written in the 1300’s and is in Middle English and really hard to understand, but I found a kind of reader-friendly translation :) of The Prologue which is lovely and describes the revival of spring 
off the back of brutal winter, and the awakening of the blossoms and the soft wind …
When April with its sweet showers has pierced the drought of March to the root and bathes every rootlet in the liquid by which the flower is engendered; when the west wind also, with its sweet breath has brought forth shoots in every grove and field …
