Reflections on Bruges

Although a greyer day was promised, in terms of weather, Friday was not too bad at all. In fact, it got nicer as the day went on. I snapped this on the way to the conference in the morning.

Two more long sessions with too many presentations and too little discussion. My own paper seemed to go fine. I got a couple of useful comments that helped me to clarify what I am not writing about. I won't actually get round to the writing itself until the summer. I hope I won't have forgotten by then....

Mr A and I got a taxi to the station and picked up a train to Brussels Midi. We ended up having to wait around there for a while, with not enough time to go anywhere else. With the train strike, there were fewer trains available.

From St Pancras we were lucky enough to walk straight on to a train to London Bridge, but at London Bridge our luck ran out. There had been an accident on the line down through Peckham Rye somewhere, with someone having been struck by a train, so all those trains were cancelled. We jumped in a taxi and made it quickly down to Peckham Rye and L&L's place, where we are staying for a couple of nights. I was somewhat freaked out by the ring bell camera in the kitchen....a disembodied voice from Bermuda in the kitchen in Peckham Rye. Especially when L asked me what I was looking for when I started looking in some drawers (answer: place mats and coasters). I switched the camera off then. Soon enough we repaired to bed.