Confessions of an ageing figure skater: the call to ice.

I was nowt but a snowdrop when Torville and Dean graced the ice rink in Sarajevo and stole everyone's hearts to the insistent pulse of Ravel's Bolero. I vowed then that one day those floral bouquets, the Lycra suits, the glitz glamour and sparkle would all be mine. And if this meant dedicating my life … Continue reading Confessions of an ageing figure skater: the call to ice.