Ice ice baby

Finally got out in the sunshine having been shut in my work box all week. We decided on going up to see the ice at Gladhouse and weren’t disappointed. Eerily quiet and we tentatively tried to walk on it, kids braver than me but not as brave as the Wim Hof loon fooling himself in an ice hole. No!
Lots of photos taken but I kinda like this one of a happy teen skating in her bovver boots and ripped jeans.
Curry for tea, lots of telly, hurry up lockdown and be over, I should be out birthday carousing with pals!