By the pricking of my thumbs

Something wicked this way comes!

I'm OK with snowboarding, skiing, tobogganing, and even four-man bob and skeleton, but when it comes to ice skating I'm like a new born giraffe on a floor covered with marbles.

The open air ice rink is in town for the season. Slap bang in the middle of town in the grounds of the Royal Pavilion I pass it on the way to and from work. I'll be spending the next few months fighting the urge to have a go. A broken wrist or cracked skull is not something I need right now :)