Author Archives: Matt's Tale
The Film-maker’s Pilgrim Tale
So retracing my steps along this meta-physical road, from my start in 1991 with seeking a place that may never have existed (Camelot) to one that definitely has and does to this day (Canterbury), has left me wondering about what makes or made either road … Continue reading
The Big O.E.
I don’t know what prompted me to decide to write up my stories and discoveries about England and Ireland now, twenty years on from when I first set foot upon these shores, because surely I would have had ample opportunity … Continue reading
The Supply Chain Planner’s Tale
I met a man with a plan last weekend, whose stories and ways reminded me of Chaucer’s Merchant and his tale – but maybe we all have some aspect of those characters and their stories in us today? You decide, starting with what Chaucer had to … Continue reading
The Nanny’s Tale
Never judge a book by it’s cover Unknown origin Last Saturday night, 2 April 2011, I met up with some others who I have met in my journey back along the road I chose not to travel when I first came to … Continue reading
The Resonance of Arthur
The majority of those travellers that I met in Winchester back then were fascinated by the legend of King Arthur. Similar to me, they had decided to start their journey in the ancient capital of England, but were as much … Continue reading
In the Beginning, there was the word
In the beginning, there was the word. How much different would history have been for the accolytes picking up on it, if that word was meant to be “good”, but was written down instead as “god”? How much difference would a letter make to what people would … Continue reading
April 1st, no fooling
In some places still, there may be people unwittingly celebrating the start of the medieval year right now – and giving each other chocolate fish. Perhaps in France, where they would be commemorating the change in the start of the year to … Continue reading
Weather I wonder at!
Duntisbourne Abbots was not the first place I experienced the icy delights of a Great British spring time. A few days later I arrived in Bath, ready to swoon over my first spa town – complete with hot steamy Roman baths. Even … Continue reading
Whither shall I wander?
Goosey goosey gander, Whither shall I wander? Upstairs and downstairs And in my lady’s chamber. There I met an old man Who wouldn’t say his prayers, So I took him by his left leg And threw him down the stairs. … Continue reading
1991: Last days of the hand-written letter
It may not seem so long ago, but back in April 1991 when I first came to the United Kingdom, Internet cafes and email did not exist. Keeping in touch with friends and loved ones back home required a lot more … Continue reading
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