Over here in the frozen cute little Kingdom of the realOranges people have fetched their skates after a sudden fit of winter took them by surprise. Skating is like cycling in our country, the moment we get the opportunity we will use it. Forget the snow and the river, forget the hills, forget the bird trap — have you seen it?- just imagine a tennis court covered with 0,2 inches of ice. Imagine the sound of scratching skates, panting and laughing people, the smell of hot chocolate and the taste of pea soup with sausages.
Why do I mention this? Wouldn’t know. I applauded your post but struck on the writer’s block I experience those days. Had to return a bit of beauty to counter the nauseating news about King Liar. Thank you, Allan.