The Butterlake Mine is located in southwest England, in Cornwall.

If the whole of Britain is regarded as a seahorse, then Butterlake Mine is at the tip of the tail of this seahorse, surrounded by the sea.

On the third day after leaving China, the bus dropped Han Qi in this small village filled with sea fog. After seeing off the noisy bus, the deserted road in front of him made people feel a little trance-like.

Is this where Dale originally painted that painting?

He arrived in England late the night before yesterday, stayed up all day to catch up on the jet lag, and then boarded the train bound for Cornwall.

It took a lot of effort along the way, taking trains, buses, taxis, and buses.

"It doesn't look like the place in the painting."

Han Qi dragged his luggage forward.

There is a road sign at the bus stop, which clearly indicates the direction of the town. With this kind of road sign and only one road, it is absolutely impossible for Han Qi to go wrong.

The alleys in the village were so quiet that you didn't feel that this was a place where people lived. The unknown wild flowers on the roadside accompanied Han Qi all the way and led him to the village.

He originally thought it would take a long time to walk, but Han Qi saw the house in just a few minutes.

It's so small that you can see from one end to the other at a glance.

However, the hotel was very conspicuous. Han Qi saw it as soon as he walked in, so he quickly opened a room and put his luggage and everything in it.

There is nothing on my hands and back, which makes it much more comfortable.

Take the SLR bag and go downstairs.

The owner of the hotel was a fat woman. When she saw Han Qi coming down, she nodded and said hello and continued watching TV.

"Boss, where to go to the beach?"

"You want to go to the beach. We don't have a beach here. There are rocks everywhere."

"I didn't go to see the beach, I just wanted to take pictures of the sea."

Han Qi held up the SLR camera of his mobile phone and gestured to prove that he was there to take pictures.

"Let's take pictures. The scenery here is quite beautiful." She walked out of the bar, pointed in a direction to Han Qi outside and said, "There is a stone road leading from the house over there. Just follow it.

At the end is the seaside, and you can still follow this road back."

Han Qi nodded and said: "I understand, thank you boss."

The road here is the same as the previous path into the village. There are unknown wild flowers on both sides. This kind of flower is only found on both sides of the road. It makes people feel that these flowers are growing from the cracks in the stones and are welcoming people.

People who cross this road.

After walking for ten minutes, the sound of the waves became louder and louder, and then Han Qi saw the gray sea.

The waves here are obviously undulating, and the sea water washes over one after another, and white spray appears on the rocks. However, the sea in the distance is still very blue. Summer is actually the best time to see the sea. You can see inside the book.

The kind of blue sea it was written about.

He slowed down and looked around.

There are abandoned houses everywhere here, some are big, some are small, like single dormitories.

Han Qi didn't understand their past uses. He didn't know whether these houses were used for work or living in the past. He could only imagine their former glory in his mind... But their abandoned appearance made Han Qi even imagine.

It's all very difficult.

That painting was painted by Dale when he was in the 1990s, before Han Qi was even born.

And now, twenty years have passed, and we are still in an area like the seaside where buildings tend to age quickly, so it is understandable that they are abandoned.

Battle Lake Mine, as the name suggests, is a very old mine.

On the way here, Han Qi searched for news here. It is said that this mine was developed as early as the 16th century. The depth of the mine on the seabed can reach 500 meters, and the building Dale painted was the original engine room.

After centuries of glory, mining activities here completely stopped in the 19th century as the price of tin and copper fell, and then gradually became the depression it is today.

There are so many abandoned houses here, it's hard to find them.

Han Qi kept walking on the road by the sea and saw more buildings along the way, most of which were made of stone. Only stone can survive in such an environment for so many years.

However, they were all the same as the buildings I saw when I first arrived at the beach. They were completely weathered and uninhabitable, as if they could collapse at any time.

But there were still few actual collapses. At most, the roof collapsed, and the main structure of the house was still very strong. This made Han Qi interested in the designers at that time, and how they managed to keep the house standing on the seaside for centuries.

Will it last for a long time without collapsing?

From a distance, Han Qi saw a familiar chimney on a house.

But at the same time, the sky quickly became gloomy. Han Qi, who had spent some time in Europe, knew that this was a sign that it was going to rain. But he didn’t want to go back at this time, so he speeded up and trotted towards the familiar house. He had a premonition

, that’s where Dale painted.

Han Qi couldn't tell what attracted him to that painting. He could talk about the painting method, but it was painted by Dell when he was a teenager, so it was a bit unfamiliar.

Sometimes it's just weird, something that others think is very simple, but you just inexplicably like it.

Han Qi ran to the house before it started to rain.

Sure enough, sea water, rocks, lawns, and wild flowers.

Everything is right, here it is.

The haze came faster and faster, the wind made the sea turbid, and pushed the fog to blur the distant horizon.

In this chaos, what attracted Han Qi most was not the turbulent sea surface or the wild flowers dancing in the strong wind, but the orange moss covering the house. This autumn orange color made the darkened environment stand out and jumped out of the sky.

It was originally boring.

The moss is also moving, and the wind is really strong, making the moss and flowers and plants clinging to the stones dance together.

Han Qi looked around with his camera, then left the path and climbed up the mountain behind the house.

Anyone who has seen the other side of the island should know that most of the places with many rocks are bare mountains, and these mountains are also layered. The house that Dale painted is on the rocks closest to the sea, and behind him is a raised

There is a platform of seven to eight meters, and there are other houses behind the platform.

But those houses were not what Han Qi wanted to know about.

On this small platform, he finally found the most beautiful landscape structure and the most beautiful rainy day scenery he had seen since coming to England.

Yes, rainy days.

The rain fell quickly, accompanied by the strong wind, and it was quite painful when it hit my face.

He just took a photo, which should be the best photo today. Rainy days are not suitable for taking pictures. If you want to take pictures of other beautiful scenery here, you have to wait until at least tomorrow. If it still rains tomorrow, then continue to postpone it.

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In any case, a sunny day when you can see the sun is the best day to take photos.

After all, photography is the art of light and shadow. Without the light and shadow provided by the sun, where would art be?

Around the building, there are also many views that cannot be missed in every frame.

Lowering your head is the gray-blue sea with a bit of mist and a somewhat frosted texture. Looking up is the hazy sky with constant strong winds. On the top of the chimney of the house stands a bird overlooking all living beings.

Look carefully, it's a crow.

The surrounding wildflowers resisted the sea breeze. Some small flower buds that had not bloomed before bloomed with smiling faces on such a rainy day. A piece of white feathers fluttered in the air. I don't know what bird left it.

The more intense confrontation between the waves and the rocks creates a sound like opening a Coke, which makes people feel refreshed in the summer. But the ideas of the rocks are different from those of the audience. After all, they are the ones suffering.

The stone cannot move and can only resist the waves day after day, like a singer of an uncompromising classical song.

Looking back, there are even larger buildings on the top of the mountain, like ancient castles or fortresses.

But Han Qi has to go back.

He didn't bring an umbrella with him when he went out. In such weather, even if he was fine, he was worried that his mobile phone and camera would get wet in the rain.

Returning along the original route, I took off my coat to barely protect my phone and camera from the rain.

A few minutes later, he saw a yellow umbrella on the path, and someone was walking towards Han Qi holding an umbrella.

Continuing down, there are the seaside and cliffs. Who would come to the seaside in such weather?

Because there was an umbrella blocking the view and the rain helped cover up the sound, Han Qi and the man didn't know what the person opposite looked like until they got closer. But the umbrella suddenly lifted, and Han Qi saw an acquaintance.

We met once, so we should be considered acquaintances.

The hostess of the hotel.

Her fat body walked very slowly on this road, and the shoes under her feet were completely soaked by the rain.

Seeing Han Qi, she happily handed out the umbrella she was holding in her other hand.

"Damn the weather, it's been like this a lot lately, I'll give you an umbrella."

"Are you here specifically to see me?"

"Yes, let's go back quickly. My husband made chicken soup at home. He used the method learned from Chinese elders and made it especially for you."

Han Qi was speechless.

After taking the umbrella, when the boss lady turned around, Han Qi was still standing there in the posture of receiving the umbrella, but his eyes were very smart. He looked at the foreign female boss. She may be average-looking and very fat, but

The soul... is really beautiful.
To be continued...