（ハワース散策からの続きです）
３日目の朝、雨の降る中、Ｂ＆Ｂをチェックアウトしました。
平日なので蒸気機関車はやっておらず、Ｂ＆Ｂの奥さんがロードン・ロードにある最寄りのバス停まで連れて行ってくれ、そこでキースリー行きのバスを待つようにと言ってくれました。
バスを待っていると、年配のご婦人が話しかけてきて、どこまで行くのかと尋ねられたので、「ロンドンまでです」と答えると、もう１人のご婦人が話に加わり、バスがくるまでの間、３人でお話してました。
Month: September 2014
(Continued from A stroll in Haworth)
On the third day I checked out of the Heathfield B&B in the rainy morning. Since it was a weekday, Keighley Worth & Valley Railway was out of service. The mistress took me to the nearest bus stop on Rawdon Road and told me to wait there for the bus for Keighley.
While waiting for the bus, an old lady talked to me. She asked me where I was going. I answered that I was going to London. Another lady joined us, and they and I talked a bit until the bus was coming.
In the bus I sit on the upper front seat and the ladies stayed downstairs. Arriving at Keighley bus terminus, I got out of the bus. The train station was a bit distant from the terminus, so I didn’t know how to get there.
Then the lady who had talked to me first at the Rawdon Road bus stop found me standing there, and told me to follow her to the train station as she was just going for shopping near there. How kind of her! With her help I could get to the Keighley train station.
（本当のイギリスへの旅からの続きです）
ヒースフィールド・ベッド＆ブレックファーストの朝食はまさにブリティッシュ・ブレックファーストで、目玉焼き、フライドポテト、マッシュルーム、トマトを半分にして焼いたやつ、ベーコン、ソーセージ２本、そしてシリアル、トースト、オレンジジュースに紅茶とすごいボリュームでした。イギリスの朝食時間帯はちょうど日本の夕食どきなので、一番食が進む時です。
朝食中にも宿のご夫婦はいろいろ話しかけてくれます。食事しながら英会話するのは少しハードですが、お話するのは楽しいものです。
ちょっと前の話ですが、イギリスに行ってきました。ブリティッシュ・ヒルズでも英語村でも栃木あたりにある英国風のコテージでも日本にある他の「ニセ英国」でもなく、死ぬまでに一度は訪れてみたかった本当のイングランドです。行き先は、森薫「エマ」の舞台のロンドンと、ハワースです。
(Continued from A trip to real England)
Breakfast served at Heathfield Bed & Breakfast was really British-style, with a fried egg, fried potatoes and mushrooms, a fried tomato cut in half, two slices of bacon and two sausages as well as cereals, slices of bread, a glass of orange juice and a cup of tea. I have a good appetite for breakfast in England, because when it’s a breakfast time in England it’s the time to have dinner in Japan where it’s nine hours ahead.
Although it was a bit while ago, I made a private trip the United Kingdom. It was not the British Hills, not an English village, not a British-style cottage in Tochigi Prefecture, not any other “fake Britain” in Japan. It was the real England, where I had wanted to visit before I died. I visited London and Haworth, West Yorkshire. Both of those places were introduced in a Japanese manga, Emma, by Kaoru Mori, which was one of my favourite comics I’d ever read.