It’s the way your breath fogs up as you laugh at your friend’s spectacular wipeout. It’s the scrunch of blades on ice, that sound that’s part zip, part crunch. It’s the toddler in a puffy coat who’s more confident than you.
And the food. Oh, the food. Giant, steaming cups of hot chocolate with enough whipped cream to build a small igloo. Gingerbread men that stare at you with sugary eyes.
Ice skating in London and outdoor ice rinks – Christmas 2017 – Time Out
You can even find mulled wine. One sip, and the cold stops being an enemy and becomes a co-conspirator for festive fun. It’s like a hug for your insides.
A story to make you smile
Last year, I saw a couple on a date. He was terrible. He grabbed her arm, they both fell, and they just lay there laughing. He didn’t even try to get up for a full minute. She kissed him right there on the ice.
That’s London skating. It strips away the “cool” and leaves you with something real. Maybe it’s a bit messy. Maybe you’ll have bruised knees. But you’ll have a story.
