we went ice-skating again yesterday. this time it was a family disco session which meant loud towny music and flashing lights.
ice skating is very much like speed walking down Oxford Street on a busy shopping day. you have to watch for people doing random things (especially suddenly stopping without warning and appearing at speed in unexpected directions).
in fact if people carried massive shopping bags and even occasionally giant suitcases then it would be exactly the same thing.
kezia seemed to get the oldest ever ice skating boots:
even though she skating for a maximum of 2 minutes over the 2 hours we were there she seemed to enjoy herself:
