i faced the ice, head on.

we tore around the surface of the lake, sticks in hand, chasing a ball. we crashed into one another, and dissolved into puddles of laughter as the wind whipped the tears from our faces. broomball on a lake is something no-one should miss. frozen lakes inhabited by large numbers of people are wonderful - the creaking and cracking of the ice seems less frightening (when you'll all go down together); the desolate loneliness sublimates with populated warmth.

i discovered that i am getting old, but that i can still play well with folk a decade (!) younger.

and i got to visit perth.