Nocturnal rinky bliss

This is what it's all about. At 10 pm the kids are outside, whizzing around the rink in the dark, noses running, cheeks glowing, hair flying, voices shrieking and laughing. A backyard rink is indeed a magical thing.

It's Fiona's birthday, an auspicious day to inaugurate our night-skating tradition. Hot chocolate and story-time await.

Chuck has finished the rink rake. Tomorrow morning I'll try it out!