I have been yearning to do it for the last few years. The last time I skated was on Holmes Lake in 1995. I had a silly thought that skating on ice that whole Christmas feel – the thought of being snug-ed up in your sweater, scarf and mittens.
And Mark came with me, so I thought it would be great.
No, no, I did not dare have those Bollywood plots on my mind, of holding hands and skating round the rink.
And so we went. Boy, oh boy, it was a big reality check really. We were the oldest folks in the rink. It was so warm, girls were skating in spaghetti stripe shirts; the scarf would have made you look stupid. And the rink was so small I got bored after 10 minutes.
Mark taught me some moves. I tried and tried, only to end up hard on my ass, five times in all. It’s still aching today.
But I had fun. It’s great to feel like a kid again.
And I probably won’t do this again in another 12 years from now. Haha…
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