I love travelling by train, and this trip is always a pleasure. Two hours to London, a nice cup of tea in a cafe, then another two hours to Brussels on the Eurostar (we'll ignore for now the enormous queue and the trouble I caused when the security guard didn't know what my pedometer was).
And so sometimes I forget just how refreshing it can be to be somewhere else for a little while. Brussels feels familiar, but also strange at the same time, and my short trip felt like an entire week away.