I keep finding myself drawn back to Belgium. There’s something about the place that tugs at me — enough that I’ve returned to Camping Jeugdstadion (now Urban Gardens) more times than I can count. In the early days it was always on a bicycle; lately it’s been on a motorbike, which changes the rhythm of the journey but not the pull of the destination.

The campsite has evolved over the years too. What was once a haven for tent‑dwellers has shifted toward the more profitable glamping crowd, swapping rough‑and‑ready charm for curated comfort. Time moves on, I suppose — and apparently so do I.

These two photos were taken three years apart… and, rather ironically, three stone apart as well.