Ice, ice baby

I went ice-skating this weekend.
It was part of Joe's, Sooz's youngest, birthday suprise.

They have set an ice rink up in Somerset House, London.
It is outside but luckily the snow and rain held off.



I can't skate but by the end of the hour I had fallen just twice, the second time a spectacular controlled flat-on-my-back fall.
I was moving well in the end. It frustarates me that I can't do something so I kept practising and figured, as long as I didn't lean backwards then I was fairly safe. It worked and I was quite proud of myself in the end.



Work is almost set-up now. I just need the broadband to make it half acceptable. The other half was left in beautiful Canterbury. I am missing it a lot. Ho and indeed, Hum.