A Trip To The Railway Essay

Groaning slightly as he lifted the wheelbarrow piled with sacks of soil, Nicholas made his way along the winding path that led from the small storage shed to the flower beds. His job today was to re-soil Mrs. Barrington’s flower garden and tend to the prize winning roses. After that was done he would perhaps go down to the lake and relax, in order to escape any more jobs his father would give him.

The garden is the vehicle in which the narrator reveals her reluctance to leave behind the imaginary world of childhood and see the realities of the adult world. The evidence supporting this interpretation is the imagery of hiding. The narrator uses the garden to hide from reality and the

Clambering to my feet, I pulled a bloody sliver from my palm. It left a nasty-looking hole ripe for infection, so I crossed the few short steps to the sink to wash it out. The ubiquitous orange speckled shag rug did not extend into this area. Instead, the floor was covered in a linoleum of fake bricks, one of the few ‘improvements’ that actually pleased my eye. My gaze drifted to the frying pan still smoking on the stove, and I felt a flash of anger again. Margery could’ve burned the place down with her reckless behavior.

And now and then in the afternoon she would burst through the door holding flowers and cookies and smelling fresh like the outdoors. She would stay for a moment or two and chat about with the children about the wonderful weather or her garden. The children would show her the pictures that they had drawn and ask her questions about their mother. Which she could never answer, but she would try.

One autumn afternoon she went out back to empty the Mistress’s chamber pot into the privy, unaware that a visitor she thought gone had not yet departed. She opened the privy door and stepped inside. Just as she lifted the porcelain lid and prepared to pour the pot’s contents into the hole, the door opened and someone stepped inside the small

Somehow, Faelan managed to find her way to the garden. She did admit, rather reluctantly, that she had exited the castle as soon as she could and then followed the pebbled road towards greenery in the distance. She arrived first and took the opportunity to look around at the maze of green. There were emerald hedges that raced around in linear lines and flourishing flowers ordered and sectioned off between gaps in the hedges, as well, as impressive marble benches stationed at intervals along the path. Although it was much larger than the quaint garden in Highever, Faelan couldn’t help but be reminded of home. She fingered a still budding rose and thought briefly of her brother, Fergus.

Going further, you will go over a few small hills that might be hard for little kids to overcome. Later you will come across a short white tunnel and over it is a now unused train track. There is a way to go up there, and you have to go into the bushes on your right and then there should be a small hill or in other words, a small inclination, this will then lead you to the train tracks, I’ve been up there, yet, I wouldn 't know where these lead to in either direction for I’ve never gone far enough for me to say that I know definitely where it goes.

First, going into the trail of Chain Rock, there is an outstanding amount of stairs that seem to never end. Then at the end of the stairs starts the trail of the dusty, dirty and slippery rocks. The trail had bumpy, hills; long, stairs; and treacherous, slopes. About every five feet there is a chance of almost falling, because of all the dangerously large obstacles there is to overcome. Along the way, there is a tree with an enormous buzzing bee. People who are highly allergic to bees would probably scream and

From the trail’s official terminus, the ridge flattened out before rising sharply. This repeated several times, each time stretching higher and steeper, before finally flattening out a thousand feet above our position. On this final shelf sat the summit, hidden from view by thick clouds.

They tried to make this route as straight as possible in order for the road to reach its destination more quickly. Once they did this, they marked the path with wooden stakes.

The maid then came with my tea she then gently poured it into an old tea stained cup, i watched the steam slowly rise and dissipate in the air.

She declares it is “haunted” and that there is something bizarre about it. The narrator’s opinion of the garden which symbolizes a world of possibilities, something beautiful and imposible to obtain for women of her day. “She writes: there is a DELICIOUS garden! I never saw such a garden—large and shady, full of box-bordered paths, and lined with long grape-covered arbors with seats under them. There were greenhouses, too, but they are all broken now” (2).

Onward and upward we proceeded to a crossroads where the vehicle path merged into the railroad tracks. We decided to take a trail alongside Pleasant Valley road to attempt our second, Sora sortie. The traffic noise was a precursor to this next, failed attempt. The path was tightly wrapped with cattails and appeared to be an ideal spot, but once again, no dice.

Vyvyan had just woken up, and after rubbing the sleep out of his eyes and putting on his spectacles, he made his way into the kitchen. He filled the kettle that never seemed to move too far from the stove with water, and set it on the burner. He noted the overcast morning, a tad surprised by the weather, seeing that it was July, but not shocked. It was England, after all. If he wanted cloudless mornings and constant sunshine, he would’ve moved to the Bahamas, he thought to himself. He smirked at the idea, but the whistling teapot took him away from the inkling. He turned off the stove, grabbed a cup from the cabinet, then got out a teabag from it’s box, conveniently placed near the kettle. He placed the bag, then poured

The garden was beautiful and well maintained. Many tired travelers laid on the lawn to rest after their long and rough journey. There were many eatery stalls which were densely populated that the tables were full and people started to sit on the road. Eating on the garden lawn was prohibited and there were guards that roamed around to keep a check on the people.