There is nothing worse than going back to a place or a person who you used to love and have such a close connection with, only to find that they have changed or you have changed – which is the worse disappointment? I reposted a true story the other day about an exhibition I had been to when I was a teenager and had never forgotten, the paintings or the artist who had, at the time, reminded me of Steve McQueen… he had another exhibition last year, and not only was his work pretty ghastly, but he didn’t look remotely like Steve!
I was born and brought up in Cambridge, a city I loved… I rarely go back to the city itself, what I remember no longer exists and what is in its place has little appeal, overrun with traffic and new buildings and shopping centres.
One place I have known for over twenty years and still takes my breath away is the Antrim coast of Northern Ireland, and indeed, much of Northern Ireland itself! There has been massive, monumental change in the province, and yet it still retains its loveliness and special qualities. The memories of happy times in the past are overlaid with new experiences and new excitement! Maybe one day I will return and it will have lost its specialness… but, maybe its Irish magic will last forever!