Christmas is a rotten bully. It likes to toy with people’s minds. Every year, it orders us to love it, to feel it, to suck it up through our nostrils and radiate it from every pore. Yet at the same time it weighs us down with a cumbersome chain of deadlines, chores and obligations. Most years I don’t have the time or energy to feel festive — I’m far too busy trying to survive Christmas.
So if, like me, you often find yourself in mid-December, desperate to somehow squeeze the first jot of festive cheer from your hollow carcass, try this: jump onto the Eurostar and head to Bruges — a city so Christmassy, it makes Lapland feel like Luton. Continue reading