A rebel without a clue.

Over to Costa for an erstwhile coffee. Woke up at six. Remade the bed then heard wood pigeons. Morning prayer is at 7:30 in Our Lady Martyrdom chapel. When I collected my pilgrim credentials yesterday the lady at that post said there were two Dutch people who had picked up theirs earlier in the day. Perhaps they will be in the chapel this morning. It is Ash Wednesday. It is here! It was a long time coming! A brief breakfast with Austin and An other then I set off back to the Cathedral to see the congregation gather for the Eucharist. But I can't partake in any of the prayers, excepting the Lords Prayer, so I couldn't go into that chapel and listen to any more of the Psalms. There is no reason for vengeance in the message of Christ. I don't know how it got into the story of Christ at all? The weather is sharp showers and chilly, it passes for the sun to appear and me to sweat inside my rain jacket. No sign of any of our orange cousins on the route so far. Finally I have r...

It's just me at the refractory table. I've some saucisson, rye bread and a belly of local ale - three pints at The Foundry brew pub. Austin and Micael are out. It is nice to be here on the main thoroughfare in Canterbury alone. I am ready for the off. Canterbury has the cathedral and the pilgrims hospital for me. The main way is the same souvenir coffee shop retail parade that is representative of every town, city and suburb in this era. In London I saw an Ethiopian roasting coffee for a genuine cup of what we no longer consider a luxury. St John's off Waterloo Road. The best cup I ever had was at the mediaeval fayre in Sherwood Forest back in 2008. Some mockery of the Knights of St John made Kava. Near to the optional original heart of that forest I felt the crusaders were home! There is no centre in a forest unless you are an outlaw keeping Him at a distance. Stout men in heavy garments polishing spears and swords for another go at the Saracens! Are we back there again i...

Lost note. Oh well. Not quite Coleridge. At platform C Waterloo East. It's a little cold this morning, but not windy. I've discovered that my boots are retaining moisture from my thick socks - thick wool socks so today I try a different method. Only man made fabric. This morning I looked around The Cut and found the three vintage Citroens which line Roupell Street. They're a tourist destination for me. Didn't manage to get to the Scooter Works on Lower Marsh, but I've enough coffee already. One 99pence filter at Pret, there are so many coffee shops in London. What else is there here? Millions rushing to their many boxes being drawn to the ball and chain. I stood and giggled. Then gave my remaining change to a homeless guy. He's from Adelaide and used to work in the film industry. Now he's on the streets next to Southwark Underground. Now I am heading east of on an earlier train to Canterbury. Had a lovely breakfast chat with the three Sister's at the ...