Geyser 锁记

The night began to fall when we were still on the way to Lynton after leaving Glastonbury. But the landscape view never stopped surprising us with joy.

After checking in our hotel in Lynton there were only 12 minutes to be exactly that the Sun will set. We rushed our way to the coastline path of which to the Northwest is a huge ocean bay embraced by Wessex and Wales. Just in time we caught the sunset, in pink.

It was extremely dark already when we were heading our way on the tiny path back to the hotel. It was almost a relief when we finally reached Lynton village. The moon had come out and it was just so quiet that we cannot hear anything.

The next morning when we looked through the window it was like sky city we were looking at. No word or picture could ever depict what we saw.

We went downstairs for the breakfast. A very lovely cat was sleeping on a chair outside the window. Yesterday evening she was standing right at the front road to welcome us, and she was so submissive that she came to smell us. The hostress told us that she’s already 16 years old.

We checked out early and left our car at the B&B to do some hiking around Lynton. It was a path up to the hill and when we crossed it a panoramic view of farm land and the sea.

Since we had plenty of time to drive from Lynton back to Bristol, we took some wild roads in between mountains or farmlands just to encounter more sceneries. How smart we were by then! I especially loved those small villages scattered in the mountain. They were very small, but lovely and peaceful. You can tell from the delicate gardens that someone had been taking care of the whole area very dedicatedly.

And probably after the next corner you’ll see the sheep…

or the ocean…

 

We left our sweet sweet B&B for a visit to the University of Bath but very quickly we found there wasn’t much to see… (I still respect the Architecture school there though.)

Then it is time for us to set off to Lyton, which is more than two hours drive, not to mention we diverted our way to places like Cheddar Gorge, Wells and Glastonbury.

I must confess I planned this trip because of the breath-taking photo of Cheddar Gorge on DK The Great Britain, however it cannot be more disappointing. We couldn’t find an available parking area anywhere and when we finally got one it was just outrageously expensive. The view wasn’t pervasive enough for us to stay, so we quickly drove away.

It was the continuously presented farming landscape that excited us a lot. In my opinion it is even more beautiful than that of Tuscany, Italy.

We treated ourselves a delicious lunch plus coffee at the small town Wells. It was called Strangers with Coffee, a very independent coffee shop friendly and quiet. We sat in their small garden at the back with sun light gently poured over us.

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It was also their market day at Wells on Wednesday, very busy, but with reasonable price for the supplies, not like London. We missed the inside of Bishop’s Palace considering the limited time we were having. But it was much pleasant to take a walk in the streets, and to have an afternoon relax on the grass ground in front of The West Front of the Cathedral.

Glastonbury wasn’t quite far away from Wells. We were there to see the ruins of Glastonbury Abbey. Surprisingly it wasn’t mysterious nor was it highly-sacred as I would imagine. Rather the ruins are surrounded by newly grown grass and trees. Gardens and ponds have been built to add colour to the venue, and left partly “raw” and “wild” to match the original atmosphere. Even so, it has finally become a serene and peaceful place to take a stroll, to read a book, to think, to murmur with lover.

About 5:30 pm we left Glastonbury to head for Lynton. There were still more than two hours ahead and we were very tired at that time. Travelling is not easy. 🙂

It wasn’t easy to take a three-hour bus trip from London to Bristol in a rainy afternoon. We were hungry and wet after leaving the coach station, so we went into a Subway store right away just to fuel up again. Then it was also a long walk to find our reserved zip car. Fortunately it wasn’t too complicated.

It seemed from the moment we got our car it stopped raining. We drove up a hill less than 1 mile away from the city centre of Bath and found Grays boutique B&B among a street line of beautiful residence house.

We booked a room called Deluxe French King, which was spacious and beautifully decorated, not to mention the stunning view through the window of triad.

 

 

After several minutes rest we decided to walk to the city centre of Bath. I fell in love with the small city immediately. It was peaceful, quiet, lovely and lively. We didn’t really get into Roman Bath or Abbey. It just felt right to do city walk there. We were also lucky to have a friend recommended us an ice-cream place (the real italian ice cream company) and a coffee shop (same same but different).

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

To finish our short stay in Bath we had a wonderful breakfast at Grays, with full English breakfast and egg benedict. They also put a side bar with fresh fruit and yoghourt which was absolutely delicious, especially the later.

After a very relaxed morning we started our road trip heading to Lyton, the famous fishing village built by the seaside in Exmoor national park.

[Cost from London to Bath]
Tube in London: 4.4
National railway London -> Bristol: 15
Bristol light meal: 5
Zip car for two day and two hours: 160
Grays boutique B&B: 129
Bath coffee: 4
Bath dinner: 30.40
Gift shopping and postcard: 13.56
Water: 0.84
[Tota: 362.2]

意大利是个美妙的名字，威尼斯的水中倒影、米兰的时尚魅力、浮罗伦萨的艺术人文、罗马的庄严肃穆，仿佛通过叫一声意大利的名字这一切就能够跃然眼前。

看过太多的图片和照像，听到无数的期许与赞美，以至于第一次发现真实的场景竟然可以与想象中的一模一样，——顿时失去了探索的冲动。

只是走了一个星期，却走的如此辛苦，没有源源输出的情感以作支撑，也嚼不出什么味道。

我终于明白毕业的时候有人对我说，等稳定后再出国，心境就不一样，也许永远也走不了。

于是在威尼斯有些许异味却依旧因为岸边的建筑而呈现美丽倒影的水中我看到了生命的尽头，于是背后发凉、毛骨悚然。

于是我想要努力的跳出去，这个城市、这条界限、这方世界。

在桥上看到一个气质淡然的法国女人（我愿意相信她是法国人），独自行走，仿若一阵清风，不痛不痒的晃过我心头。