|The ice rink, with the beautiful Natural History Museum as a backdrop|
We arrived a bit early, so decided to make use of the make shift Starbucks. In true Christmas tradition, I sacrificed my daily cup of tea for a hot chocolate (nothing gets me in the Christmas spirit like a hot chocolate…)
|My face says “I’m not sure about this”
My brain says “I’m not sure about this”
Seeing as how my last time on the ice was about ten years ago, I wasn’t expecting to be Jayne Torvill. In fact, as predicted, I was more Eddie the Eagle, preferring to grasp onto Ian as he pulled me around the ice rink while I shrieked as we approached speeds of up to one mile an hour. It was a pretty shoddy attempt on my part, I will admit. However, the session culminated in me skating (or gliding whilst completely paralysed) three quarters of the rink, so that will satisfy me until next Christmas.
Our skating session finished at 9pm, so we had a bit of time to kill before the clock struck midnight. Unlike 99% of the London population, we decided to make our way out of Central London and into Greenwich, near Ian’s flat. We downed a couple of pints at the Coach and Horses in the Greenwich Market Building before heading down to the river front to watch the fireworks.
|The Capital never fails to impress with its NYE fireworks!|
I’ve only ever seen the London fireworks on TV, so to see them in the flesh was incredibly exciting, despite being 6 or so miles down the river. As the celebrations continued, an impromptu rendition of ‘Auld Lang Syne’ burst out from the growing crowd, followed by someone letting off fireworks to a flurry of cheers.
The best thing about seeing in the New Year in Greenwich meant that by 1am, I was tucked up in bed, eating pasta and watching American Dad. Might as well start 2013 as I mean to continue!
I’d love to hear how you all spent New Year’s…