The Black Mug

Emptying the kitchen cupboard for the electricians' arrival, I found a black mug I had lost track of a long time ago. I smiled. It still looks brand new, even though it's 22 years old. Never used, always carefully kept, it has preserved its lettering in perfect "Movieland" style, a name that no longer exists today. Not the only one. The park had opened a year earlier, and the visit was a coincidence: we drove past, noticed it, and it sparked our curiosity. It was small back then, but full of energy. Lara Croft, the Blues Brothers - I have photos with all of them - and the Back to the Future DeLorean. There were wonderful shows and distinctive attractions. The owners wandering around the park, studying their guests' expressions, and a general sense of novelty and growth. It was the high point of those days, and it gave me a sense of peace for a long time to come. Two years ago, waking up in a hotel, we didn't know what to do. An advert in a leaflet and the idea struck: we could go to…