Memories

I have been using Kings Cross Station for most of my life - waiting below the Departure Boards to see which platform I need to go to, as I head north.

I sat there this morning, doing exactly the same thing, and wondering about how the whole place has been totally transformed. Then I felt somewhat dismayed that I couldn’t recall in any way what it was like before. It is as though a whole phase of my life has been taken away. The memories gone.

Anyway we are now home. We have had a wonderful few days seeing family in different, but utterly appropriate, contexts and yet doing things we like doing too. A lot of organising on everyone’s part but very worth it. We have been making memories instead of losing them.