In Hedgemead Park, north of Bath, I saw a few very old trees, probably hundreds of years old. Compared with the other green and young trees around, they had fallen orange-yellow leaves all over the ground in early September. Like old people are more sensitive to cold air, they have already entered autumn early. In addition to the big trees and grass, the park occasionally encounters a few people reading on benches or walking dogs. This makes me once again sigh the small population density of these small towns and the beautiful living environment... After crossing a clean street, crossing the River Avon, and then walking along the uphill road, I climbed the hillside south of Bath in one breath to a park called Prior Park. The entrance of the park is very inconspicuous, and there are dirt roads after entering, but fortunately, the grandma at the entrance kindly introduced me the route. At first I just remembered that someone recommended this park on the guide, because there you can see the panoramic view of Bath, but the road gets steeper and steeper along the way. I climbed for more than half an hour, and I was so tired that I was out of breath. I also began to worry whether the scenery was not as beautiful as I imagined. In the front is a small valley surrounded by big trees, in the middle of the valley is a white stone bridge, and rows of neat buildings in the distance are the town of Bath under the mountain. Behind me, there was a palace-like house. After looking at the map carefully, I discovered that it was actually a private school. No wonder I saw a lot of British children wearing straight suits on the way up the mountain... I was the only person in this park. , I stood there and appreciated it for a while before I was willing to leave. Although the buildings in Bath seemed far away, and the stone bridge under the mountain happened to be in the shade of the trees, it was not very clear. But when I was standing there, thinking of the light rain in the morning and the hard work of climbing the mountain, I suddenly felt that everything was out. Unexpected and grateful, I also found that I like this kind of travel more and more. Everything depends on my own digging or occasional fateful encounters, and happiness always accumulates slowly in this. Walking down the forest path in the park, after meeting a group of calves grazing, I came to the stone bridge. I was surprised to find that there were 4 swans in the pond beside the bridge! However, when I saw me coming, 3 of them plunged their heads into the water (...), and only this one has always been concave in front of me, haha. After staying with the swan for a while, I continued along the path out of the park and came to a small village.