In the patchwork land of green and gold
They walked where Chaucer's tales were told
Across the rambling rustic shires
To raise their eyes to the towering spires
From far flung lands across the sea
From Avalon and Linden Lea
Oh mother Church of England fair
In morning mass and evening prayer
Poets take up their pens and quills
And write of blue remembered hills
Ask is there honey still for tea
In Avalon and Linden Lea
The poem is on the Pilgrims Way to Canterbury cathedral, the mother church of England.
You can still walk most of the Pilgrims Way today across the gorgeous countryside but don't get seduced by the many old country inns along the way, otherwise you may have trouble reaching journeys end. I speak from experience.