a journey

Reminisce of my simple days

I decided to take a trip with my classmates, rather than an interview. And that’s what happened on that weekend.

We are still new. But the first thing we had to figure out was to arrive at the train station on time, or to get up in time. Tickets to a village Bamford were already booked, when we ran to the train which was about to depart, no one was checking the tickets as I supposed. On board, but not in seats.

The Sheffield station is a small railway station, and we saw an even smaller one at the destination, which only had wooden seats beside the railway. It’s OK, because we were not seeking cement jungles. Still, we had a basic problem: hunger. Following the navigation and the sign post, a line began to advance alongside the road. We wanted food or a restaurant, if the white eating grass in the pens could serve…… I mean, the sheep were really cute!

So many cars were running through the road, did they like the small village? Scarcely could you find a near restaurant in the map app, at the same time we were helping a late friend who was catching the train……Now the only thing you wanted to do was eating fried fish between two pieces of bread with a green mountain in front of your eyes. Let me tell you, I was. With a full team and a filled belly—time to climb up the Peak District!

As a Chinese, I didn’t find delicate steps and armrests as they are standard in Chinese scenic places. Wet, dirty and steep was the path; people did not want their shoes defiled, as I rushed in front of them. I was the first to find a grass field, under sunshine and above trees and houses. It was a private farm, in which they were taking photos individually, collaboratively and professionally for a long long time. I don’t like photographs.

The journey was getting hard, not for its altitude and distance, but in terms of winds. What a misery it was that my ten pounds were stolen by the wind, and towards the direction of the ten pounds I found a staff, a natural leader staff. I told my friends: “I bought this staff by ten pounds.” (Which I gave to a classmate and was abandoned in the end.)

Now our cute friends were back: goats climbing and grazing in a valley! One of which had a purple tail. Again, I do not like photographs. That was almost the end of the trip.

Due to powerful winds, we did not reach that cliff above a lake (probably because we had just enough photos and selfies).

But definitely that was not the end of the journey, it is, in fact, a willingness to sleep—which I want now…