I had the privilege of spending two days with something like 60 other Baptist leaders at a retreat centre in Northamptonshire. As we neared the venue, I remarked to a colleague that my Dad had been a patient at a hospital in Creaton, where the centre was, during the 1970s. Out of curiosity, I did an internet search, and lo and behold, the retreat centre was in fact the place where the hospital had once stood.
This morning, a group of us went for a walk and passed the URC that had once been paired with the one I attended as a teenager (and which a little bit of research showed me is now part of a partnership of ten churches with two/three ministers.)
It was curious adding some new and very different memories to a place I had never expected to visit again... seeing how much has changed and how the landscape was actually remarkably similar to how it had been all those long years ago.
None of this was what we were meant to be pondering, but it was interesting to me.