Ok let’s try again. I was mostly sad about brexit. It was a bit like a bereavement. Why was that ? Because I have always travelled in Europe. Not to far flung places but mostly Holland Belgium Germany France Spain. Always in a vehicle never by plane. I have been commercially in a truck years ago & more recently on plenty of camping trips in my car. Travelling by road makes you think. You pass through towns the names of which you forget & see people walking the streets who were born there & will probably die there just like me in my town. This town is their whole lives. The speak a different language but really they are much like me.
I loved the free movement thing. The ease at which one crossed from Dover to Calais. Or on Eurotunnel until recently they often never even checked your passport UK to France. When I went in my truck I loved the way the guys in Dutch warehouses would always give me really nice coffee & ask me about football. They all spoke to me in good English except the French but that was ok. It was part of the fun.
However I have to accept that people I have known for decades in my town. Friends of mine simply do not think like that. “You drive abroad ? On the wrong side of the road ? Fuck that”. They go on coach trips. To the Dutch bulbs fields. To Paris. They view “Europe” through a shop window not in reality. Or they go to Spain several times a year. For a week at a time. They stay in a hotel full of other Brits & get pissed every day.
When the brexit vote was for leave I will give my mates their due. They were sympathetic. “Ffs Bob you will still be able to go on holiday wtf you moaning about?”.
The sky will not fall in. Life will go on. The loss of our free movement will affect very few. I really don’t think leave voters will ever regret their leave vote. We will still go on holiday but for me it will feel different. I will feel like a foreigner in a foreign land. I will just have to deal with it & carry on camping.