Literary pilgrimages in England tend to be linearly flat and one-dimensional:
Ebeneezer Scrooge left his office and went home. That's Marylebone High Street.
Fitzwilliam Darcy went down the road that way to speak to Elizabeth and then he went down the road the other way to go home. That's a dirt road someplace.
Dick Whittington grabbed his cat and went from Bristol to London. That's the M4.
Dick Turpin left London at midnight one night and rode north. That's the M1.
Chaucer left Southwark and went to Canterbury. That's the M2.
And the Pinball Wizard went from Soho down to Brighton. That's the M23.
Great literary and folklore depth, but not very much in the way of pilgrimage material...