I spent most of Sweden trying, but failing to book London-Leeds.
Now I am in Koln Station before the ticket offices open. I find you can buy ticket on the train, and so I do.
|Building in the mist, Brussels|
|building with paintings, Brussels|
At Brussels Station I stop and think about when me, and Judith and Daisy and the rest of the gang went to the Steel Pan Conference in Sete; then remember that that was Lille Station. Thought it didn't look familiar. Meantime I have, yes, you've guessed it, two hours to kill in Brussels.
|church in Brussels|
Well, it is the Last Lap, and now I'm drawn to thinking of home. From St Pancras to I dash over to King's Cross, up to to York to change for Leeds.
Walt gets me then I sink into the waiting arms of the sofa in the front room.