Dark Days in December

As the days draw in, nights become longer and the winter begins to tighten it's icy grasp on this part of the country, skating or at least trying to, becomes more of a task and requires far more effort, constantly restricted, in terms of time, environment and people.

Because of these factors, and many more, skating, for me, became somewhat of a spontaneous, scattered, and seemingly rare occurence. This was something I was unhappy about, deeply unhappy, and wanted to change, but for a while, this was the way it stayed.

Until one saturday, the 12th of December, the weather in London sunny, yet crisp and fresh, a perfet winters day.

I met this lad at Embankment station in the late morning.



And from then we skated, cruising the city streets, skating from spot to spot, dodging the rain, and having some good times until well after the sun had retired.

For me a reminder of things I missed dearly. Those simple pleasures I had missed after all the change, which seemingly took them away. The day was refreshing, amazing.

Cheers.