Canterbury Tales (part 1)
The official “home” of the Anglican Church.
The cathedral dominates the skyline, especially as one walks around the remnants of the city wall.
The whole place is steeped in history. Our route here was along an ancient Roman road, that went north from Folkestone.
Most will associate it with Chaucer’s “Canterbury Tales”, but for me it heralds memories of a “Stag Night” for two, with my mate Michael.
I was in charge of his Fiat X1/9, which would have been a pleasure if the shock absorbers weren’t shot! It needed 2 lanes on the motorway, as we bounced our way home.
Then there was a trip with my Dad and Vince Butters, who ran a restaurant in Clapham. It all coincided with the time I was playing around with my first 35mm SLR camera.
I wonder if I can relive those memories with colourful slides taken inside the SNOB bag shop?
But back to last week. The middle shot are some of the thousands of glorious chimney pots that adorn the terraced houses in the area.
Lastly a Choirmaster walks towards the temporary cathedral entrance in preparation for Evensong. In the grounds there were fancy lodgings for visitors (Pilgrims?).
I still attend an Anglican church, but one verse sprang to mind as I watched the ostentatious “officials” last tuesday evening.
And Jesus saith unto him, The foxes have holes, and the birds of the air have nests; but the Son of man hath not where to lay his head. Matthew 8:20
As we walked around the opulent surroundings I thought of the current Pope who’s laid aside the trappings usually associated with his post.
Justin Welby seems a genuine chap, but still has the use of Lambeth Palace. Pope Francis has chosen a modest “digs” and given up his “rights”.
Remind me, was there another man who did the same?