Ice Skaters

One cold day a group of ice skaters were coming down the canal from Bristol. I thought it was the neatest thing the way they just glided along so smoothly and fast.

I couldn't skate, but I had a lot of fun just sliding from one bank to the other. I used to fall a lot and I still remember how my hands used to sting from the cold hard ice. We used to hear the ice cracking from our weight, good thing it held.

It was always great to go in and stand in front of the stove after a time in the cold. I liked to stand there until my clothes started steaming.