Day 13
April 9

Today we continued our journey for our dear St. Thomas à Becket. As much as I enjoyed the stay at the Tabard, I was growing tired of lollygagging and I am happy to be on my way. I’ve been in southern England several times during my girlhood and it brings back many fond memories. The other pilgrims were happy to leave too I could tell; the squire was laughing and galloping on his horse ahead of our group and shouting to his father. I was pleased just to be riding again. The nun told me this was her first pilgrimage. I was shocked, her being a holy member. I myself have been nearly everywhere and have seen many things. Well don’t worry, I told her, I’ll show you the sites. It’s really too bad she’s a nun…