【推荐2】Have you ever been to the tiny Welsh town of Hay-on-Wye,situated on the River Wye on the Welsh-English border.In the distance,it looks like any other small European town.But Hay-on-Wye has a delightful quirk that sets it apart from other small towns.It’s home to 1,400 people and hundreds of thousands of books,making it the largest centre for second-hand books in the entire world.

You won’t find a Barnes and Noble in Hay-on-Wye,but what you will find is over 30 charming,cozy second-hand bookshops rich with the smell of old books.(By the way,there’s a scientific reason why you love that smell.)There’s a bookstore specialising in out-of-print children’s books.A shop called“Murder and Mayhem”sells mainly detective literature.And one outdoor bookshop,the Hay Castle Bookshop,is built around the walls of—you guessed it—a castle.How could a book-lover possibly ask for anything more?(Though this is a Welsh town,it would be very easy to develop this Japanese literary habit here.)

One of the town’s most unique features is its “honesty bookshops”.There are basically just bookshelves sitting out in the open,without a cashier or employee to speak of.A sign announces the prices of the books(which are often less than one US dollar),and a collection box for money sits nearby.Customers are trusted to pay,on their honour.There are no security cameras or anything,just good old-fashioned trust.

Apart from being a popular tourist destination for literary fanatics throughout the entire year,Hay-on-Wye also throws a literary festival each year at the end of May.Bookworms from all over the world flock to this tiny town to hear famous writers speak,attend book signings,and,of course,stock up on reading material.And there’s plenty for the kids to do (and read) too!Here,your child grows up loving to read.

【推荐3】It’s tipping towards sunset on a November afternoon and St Michael’s Mount shines on the horizon reflected in the high tide that surrounds this Comish island. As I set out along the coastal path from Penzance to Marazion, it’s a surreal view. The mount, with its collar of gold-dotted water, looks like it’s floating. The podcast I’m listening to is telling me that the mount is also surrounded by a underwater forest. This blue space was once green.

I start from behind Penzance’s railway station and the first installation is revealed just after the signal box-a trident of posts that look like sticks made by Poseidon (三叉戟) himself. Rooted in the landscape but separate from it, like other good sculpture trails, this one offers a deeper link to the landscape, a perspective that a walk alone can’t offer.

The accompanying podcast encourages listeners to follow in the footsteps of local poets, scientists and folklore experts, while a downloadable booklet suggests ways of drawing, cooking, and food hunting inspired by the forest. Until they appear on additional signs along the trail in the spring, both can be found on Newlyn Art Gallery’s website.

As I follow the trail I listen my way around the landscape hearing about its marine biodiversity, rising sea levels (again), Cornish language and pirating history.

The sticks range from driftwood benches to short posts and tall crooks. Some have metal chairs and picnic benches. Newly upgraded, the path is accessible to all. In the dusk, I’m joined on my walk by a tide of pushchairs, e-bikes, wheelchair users, runners, iovers and dog walkers.

I keep going and bob along the path ahead, and the industrial estates on my left give way to the Scots pines and rushes of the Marazion Marsh RSPB (Royal Society for the Protection of Birds) reserve. Eventually I dip down into Marazion along the beach, breathing the briny air swirling in over sea wrack (海藻).

As the tide is already in, it’s too late to visit St Michael’s Mount today, so I double back for a cuppa at the Hoxton Special, a cafe 10 minutes back along the path. Just beside it is the final cluster of posts. One of them is shaped like a chair, so I sink into it and watch the sun set over the bay.