Picking a day or two leaving hassles behind to go back to the place where I used to stay is a great thing. Last weekend I had a good time in Canterbury, an adorable city located in Kent.
It is a flourishing tourism city with loads of tourists coming and going everyday, especially famous for the Canterbury Cathedral. This Anglian cathedral appeals to thousands of pilgrims.
I never expect too much of the English weather. It was during gloomy morning that a local friend, Keith, drove me towards Elmsted. During the straightforward long slope, we could hardly ignore the very British style of hedgerows those grow side the road and beautifully create the unique look of the Kentish countryside. “I have never seen such a long range of hedges anywhere else. Keith, do you know why is that?”
Thanks to my good friend, the answer came out soon. In a functional way, hedges have been used as field boundaries for marking ownership since Roman times (about 2,000 years), for keeping livestock in or out of fields as well. However, they are less valid for this reason and only play a traditional part of the UK landscape.
Hedge trees are fairly high but not high enough to prevent lush fields and trees from my view. The view outside of the car window was definitely picturesque. It seemed to be a nicely decorated toy that I longed to seize. I couldn’t but enjoy the cozy moment in car with a gentle breeze through the little window gap.
At the same time, I saw a number of spires. They were oast houses, sort of icons of Kent, which are used to store and dry hops. They stand in the fields with many plants surrounded them. Another distinctive thing in Kent are the houses with white boards. I noticed there were a lot here and there with quaint farmhouses.
It was nice to see an undulating view of fields, but the thick fog blurred my eyes so that I couldn’t see any valley. I could only image the pastoral picture of bright sunlight and clean sky. However, a fantastic tea-time followed in Keith’s house made up for that loss. I was warmed up by a cup of black tea immediately, and two scones with butter and jam tasted really great.
Looking at the drizzling scenery in a quintessential English house made my mind wonder in Kent, memorizing the old days.
- Canterbury cathedral invites girls to audition for first female choir (theguardian.com)