I’m no ice skater… we just don’t hit it off.
Except that I adore an ice rink. A chilly evening and the idea of warm woollen mittens, cosy sweaters and scarves flying in the breeze… not to mention cute beanies… makes me want to give skating yet one more try.
I’m not that silly… I know better… it must be something with my balance and those blades.
My days of wobbling around the rink, half bent over with arms stretched out wistfully searching for the nearest side rail… waiting for that inevitable moment when my legs scoot out from underneath me… are a thing of the past…
I could never master the art of skating… Sonja Henie, I am not… and although I watched her old skating movies over and over, especially at this time of year… her expertise and elegance never rubbed off.
But… I am most definitely a happy spectator.
Somerset House is one of the most beautiful settings for an ice skating session.
In central London, across the road from London’s Thames River and embankment… Somerset House is a spectacular venue.
In summer the courtyard is all shooting water and fountains… in winter, it’s crisp and icy.
Ready, Set and Go…
As I watched the skaters whirl around… both happy smiles and tentative brows were at one with each other on the ice. There seems to be no age limit to agility on the ice…
Those who had it, had it… perhaps skating is one of those movements that once learnt, never forgotten.
Anyway…
I felt much safer behind the barrier with my legs firmly planted and only my camera to worry about.
There is something very elegant and beautiful about a good skater… almost mesmerising. The point of their toes and the twist of their hands…
They make it all appear so effortless and easy… Is it really too late for me to learn? xv
tntees beanie // j.crew sweater // j.crew patterned socks // american athletic skates // collection cashmere wrap // top shop gloves // markus lupfer bauble sweater
and just for fun…. thin ice starring sonja henie…
