Seefeld, Austria
When I was twelve years old I ice skated with what used to be called gay abandon. I had no fear, would orbit the Silver Blades Ice Rink in Liverpool at light speed for two hours every Saturday morning. Fifty years later it is a much slower shadow of my former self trying to make it round the outdoor rink in Seefeld, Austria. But I did.
As you will have read in yesterday's blog (there will be a test) it was Carnival Time in Innsbruck, celebrating Shrove Tuesday, ...