It’s Autumn now. I often stay in all day after coming back from my London trip, hoping that I can go out once more on a warm and sunny day.However, it seems cloudy day is standard weather for autumn in the UK, and the temperature is not as low as I expected; therefore, I decided to go on my bus trip again.
The town I chose this time is Steyning, which can be reached by hourly bus 2A to the west in about 1 hour. A friend, who is a reader of my blog, recommended me to visit this lovely town. So I hopped on a bus, sitting in front of the “big screen" as usual, and headed to my Steyning.
I wonder if the fact that I’m an Aries makes me fancy sitting/riding on any object that moves. I always hope that the car/bus continues moving along the road and never stops when I’m on it. Moreover, I don’t feel I’m wasting my time doing nothing when I’m on a moving vehicle since it’s already moving. Of course, I still get bored on the way, so I read my borrowed-two-months-ago novel on the bus.
The bus approached the end slowly when I was reading my book. I got down at the clocktower, which is smaller than I expected, and picked a direction and a road randomly then explored the town.
It was obvious that this is a historic town, since often a sign carved with “xxx cottage" stood in front of a house, sometimes a year 17xx was written on the wall of a cottage, and occasionally the wall was even covered by red and green leaves. It reminded me of another town, Ambleside in the Lake District, when I walked along the street. I started to want to live in a small town like this since then….however I ended up with living in not-small-town-style-at-all Brighton.
Although several European friends told me that Autumn in their countries are more beautiful, Autumn in the UK has already gorgeous enough for me. Mother nature became colourful, and has coloured the leaves in green, yellow, red, and even purple. The view is richer than before, and my mood has been coloured up too. I took lots of pictures of all kinds of autumn colours, but it’s difficult to convey my amazement in the real world through a flat photograph. I really want to bring the autumn here back to Taiwan for my friends; I’m literally enjoying the view from the paintings everyday.
亂走著小路，依然順利的回到原點鐘塔前，原本只是想看看公車時刻表，卻意外發現旁邊的通道似乎通往一個迷你市集Cobblestone Walk。大膽的踏進陰暗的通道，才發現另一頭是個世外桃源，蜿蜒的小徑兩旁立著許多迷你商店，賣著飾品、藝品、水晶或其他個性商品，不遠處有個非常顯眼的Tea House，宛如從童話故事書蹦出來般；在裡頭悠轉了一圈，享受一下精靈般的氛圍，才又回到代表現實世界的鐘塔前。
Wandering around, and back to the clocktower. I intended to check the timetable for the bus back, but found out a passage aside seemly leading to a mini market Cobblestone Walk instead. I stepped onto the trail, and surprisingly found out a fairy-tale world. Many mini shops stood alongside the winding path, and sold jewellery, crafts, crystals and other special products. Around the corner was an outstanding tea house jumping from some storybook. I took my time enjoying the atmosphere there and then walked back to the clocktower.
前面說過，這小鎮一看就感覺的到歷史痕跡，事實上也真的沒錯，這小鎮的歷史可以追溯到750AD時，一個叫St. Cuthman的人在這邊建造了一座木製的小教堂，此後，這教堂在12世紀被改建成St. Andrew’s Church，而小鎮也這麼發展開來。來到這邊，當然要去一睹12世紀教堂的風采，於是就順著路標轉向Church Street去。
I said that this town was apparently a historic place, and it is. The history of Steyning can be traced back to 750AD, when St. Cuthman built a small wooden church here, which was then became the St. Andrew’s Church in the 12th century and stands there till today. Hence, the church is a must-go attraction if visiting this town.
The church was nothing special from its appearance. It was neither magnificent nor “equipped with" a high tower like other churches do; instead, it was circled by numerous tombs. By pushing a thick (very heavy and thick!!) wooden door, I entered a medium-sized church. A priest gave me some introduction material, which helped me to understand and appreciate the history and architecture of this church. After visiting, I went out of the church, and saw a statue on the other side of the road looked toward this way. It was the statue of the founder of this church, St. Cuthman, which was seated there and will watch this church he had built forever.
Time went by; it was time to go home again. It had been a while since my last bus trip, and the general colour of the view alongside the road has changed from green to yellow. I felt touched and sentimental at the same time; I was touched by the changeable nature of Mother nature, but felt sad for the dying trees, which are welcoming the following winter. The latter was also triggered by the novel I’ve just finished on the road, The Gift, which is a Christmas novel and supposed to have a happy ending. However, the twist at the end sunk my heart, and made me realize that you’ll never know when your life will end. On top of that, the days I can stay in the UK are also less and less, which urges me to do or accomplish something while I still have time. However I’ve got nothing in my mind, and I started to blame myself for that and for not straining my every nerve. Nevertheless, the remedy Impatiens, a remedy for impatience, often popped into my eyes when I read a book about Dr. Bach’s Flower Remedies recently. Maybe that’s a signal telling me to wait a little bit longer so the Universe can work its magic, isn’t it?