Is Change in the eye of the beholder?
My husband and I were fortunate enough to spend last weekend in Brussels, visiting our elder daughter who is working over there. It is a journey that we have done many times…. the train down to Kings Cross, crossing the road to St Pancras, then catching the Eurostar and arriving in Brussels in time for dinner. It was an excellent journey as usual. And once we were there, we did the same sorts of things we always do… we visited an art gallery & museum, walked in the Bois de la Cambre, ate lovely food and breakfasted in street-side cafes- drinking hot chocolate & eating the kind of croissants that you really can't buy at home! This time the visit felt both familiar and poignant… just the same, and yet not quite the same at all! Did I find myself looking around us as we waited to pass through customs and wondering 'I wonder what this will be like in 2 years' time?' Did I imagine the slightly down-beat and apologetic glances of the British tourists on the train? Did I detect the slightly pitying but
