Author Archives: Matt's Tale
The Spiritual Healer’s Tale
So, in swinging into the spirit of the occasion of The Dickens Festival, I stayed at The Gordon Hotel, right on the main drag of Rochester where the Dickens parade takes place on the Saturday morning. The evening before the parade, while dining … Continue reading
The Historical Entertainers’ Tale
All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. As You Like It Act 2, … Continue reading
The Writer of Rochester
The term “main drag” took on a whole new significance as I rode (the bus) into Rochester, and finally found my way into the main town through a side entrance of the town’s brick walls, through the middle of a … Continue reading
Many Roads to take and A River to Cross
From what I discovered on my day trip to Dartford, I was no longer sure of the road I wanted to take in leaving there. Plus there was a question of how best to get across the River Medway using the mode … Continue reading
A Sad and Sorry End to English Pilgrimages
Following on from my post on the Yard Foreman’s Tale, it would not just have been the romance of the coach and horses being the mode of transport, but also the interesting people one would have met on their way to pay their spiritual … Continue reading
Dark and Desperate Debt-driven Days
It is perhaps poignant that I am writing the blog about my arriving in Dartford back in March, following the aftermath of the London and England-wide riots in August, or perhaps in the lull in between them with the impending Notting Hill Carnival, … Continue reading
The Yard Foreman’s Tale
What days those must have been, when the coaches with the horses rode into town – with people from far and wide…. I had thought that those days were long since gone, until I found my way into Dartford town and arrived at … Continue reading
The Old Coach Road
It’s funny how something – even a little thing – will either remind you of something you had to do, or spark a memory of a bygone time in your life that you had forgotten, without you necessarily knowing why or … Continue reading
Shades of the pub that Mitre Bin a Chaucer Coaching Inn
The spirit world entered again into my next stop along the road, although in a more typically Western way with being told by Kyle, a South African bar manager, of two ghosts – going by the name of George and … Continue reading
Raising and erasing spirits
Seeing as I had not been able to get a booking at my first coaching inn in my last minute decision to follow up on my theory of the three days’ trip to Canterbury, I thought it was just going to be an … Continue reading
