What a lovely happenstance, the Canterbury Tales and me

My trip to Canterbury Cathedral next week on the 17th of April coincides just perfectly with the famous late-14th century pilgrimage at the heart of Chaucer's Tales.

When April with his showers sweet with fruit The drought of March has pierced unto the root And bathed each vein with liquor that has power To generate therein and sire the flower; When Zeph…