Well, I thought I thought I might chance to find a ‘jumping off point’ that worked for me here, at the Cathedral. I was looking for the original of the Canterbury Cross and some context for it. I found it, and some context, at the City of Canterbury Museum. And I found some time for quiet reflection at St Dunstan’s imagining Henry II’s penance for the murder of Thomas Beckett over at the Cathedral. And St. Thomas More’s head is here, I should note. Tangible evidence of things said to have happened. And then I was on my way. After a time of that pensive inertia, eyes wide to the blue sky, a time of bent-kneed momentum down a path. I sense movement that may lead obscurely to the meadow of the green man in spring, with the statue of marble and gold. A vale of truth and discovery. But it's the journey, not the destination, that holds the gold!