Hedgemead Park Review

In Hedgemead Park, north of Bath, I saw a few very old trees, probably hundreds of years old. Compared with other green young trees around, they have already lost their orange leaves in early September, and they have entered autumn early, probably as the elderly will be more sensitive to cold air. In addition to the big trees and grass, I can occasionally meet a few people reading a book or walking a dog on a bench in the park. This makes me once again lament the small population density and the beautiful living environment of these small towns. I walked through clean streets, across the Avon River, and then walked uphill. I climbed the hillside south of Bath in one breath and reached a park called Prior Park. The entrance to the park was very inconspicuous, and it was a dirt road after entering, but fortunately the grandmother at the door kindly introduced me to the route. At first I just remembered that someone recommended this park on the guide, because there can see the panoramic view of the whole Bath, but the road is getting steeper and steeper, I climbed for more than half an hour, tired and not taking breath, and my heart began to worry about whether the scenery will not be as beautiful as expected. In front is a small valley surrounded by trees, a white stone bridge in the middle of the valley, and in the distance, rows of neat buildings are the town of Bath under the mountain. Behind me, there is a house like a palace. Later, I looked at the map carefully and found that it was actually a private school. No wonder I saw a lot of British children wearing pen suits on the way up the mountain. This park is also only me. I stood there enjoying it for a while before I could leave. Although the building in Bath Town looks very far away, and the stone bridge under the mountain is just in the shade of the trees. I didn’t know it well, but I stood there at the time, thinking of the light rain in the morning and the hard work of climbing the mountain. I suddenly felt that everything was unexpected and grateful. I also found that I more and more like this trip, everything by myself or occasionally fateful encounters, happiness is always accumulated in this. Walk down the forest path in the park and go down the mountain. After encountering a group of grassy calfs, I came to the stone bridge. I was surprised to find that there were 4 swans in the pond by the bridge! It's just that, when I saw me coming, three of them all put their heads into the water (......), only this one has been concave in front of me, haha. After a little time with the swans, I continued down the path out of the park and into a small village.