The Dual race (a double marathon of 22 laps = 53.24miles/85.68km) was a big hit last year so we are keeping things as they are for 2010. Of course we also have the Full Marathon (11 laps, 26.62 miles, 42.84 km), the Midi (5 laps, 12.10 miles, 19.47 km) and the Mini (2 laps, 4.84 miles, 7.74km).

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See you all there!

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I then discovered why marshalling is so cool: an empty road. Oh my god! An empty public road to skate on and you’re positively encouraged to go fast… Wicked!!! Proper fun!!  So this is how it works: you block the road until the skate pack passes, then you overtake the skate and block another, unless something else happens, like stray Taxi’s or maybe a tight bit of road with oncoming vehicles in the way. Basically you skate quickly with your eyes open, try not to have to shout “LEFT!!!!” to the peeps doing the street skate too often and either block the traffic or wait to block the traffic until the skate catches you up.

So we wended our way round and about to Ladbroke Grove for half time.

In the space of 45 minutes moving, I learnt about blocking roads, controlling the speed of oncoming cars in tight sections, when to block oncoming traffic, not looking stupid and blocking one way streets needlessly, when to stay with the pack and how most of the marshals don’t know where they’re going either. At half time I went back to Sparky (the man in charge) to see how I’d done. I was very pleased to find out that he was happy. Let’s be honest if the boss is happy first day on the job that’s a good thing? Right?

The skate then moved on through north(ish) London, I sat very closely with some of the other marshals and whilst consistently getting confused about which way we might be going, I had a great time. It’s really good fun and giving something back to London skating feels great. I did nearly ‘floor’ a poor girl on Kensington Gore, she literally just steered out to the right of the skate in front of me. I was left a choice of oncoming London traffic or hitting her. I opted for her – frankly more attractive than a bus – I hit her square in the back with my outstretched arms then held her up so we matched speed and she didn’t fall. She screamed and screamed, but once she’d worked out she wasn’t falling smiled and said thank you.  A nice end to a decent evening of skating.

 And for giving the time to the skate and being a regular marshal you get given a lovely orange t-shirt and a yellow vest… wicked J

Having a rink shaped space and music reminded me so much of my childhood of artistic skating that I entered a zone of twirling and 3 turns for hours with barely a pause. Luckily I had a bed at Nancy Scott’s house (Sk8School instructor in Eastbourne) which was much needed by the time I got there after midnight. The event had 2 sections, one run by the ESA (Eastbourne Skating Association) and another by Tim Wheal’s Sk8school. Without a doubt this type of event helps boost the local skate scene and bring in more participants both on the day and after the event.

Sunday’s activities began with the Breakfast Skate along the seafront and back punctuated with breakfast. A great start to the day! Next up was kids hockey coaching with Brian Bidolf. I liked his stick assisted warm up stretch and multiple drills, although I did worry about the young players expiring in the heat under all those baggy layers. The day was spectacular and got better and better as the wind of Saturday died down.

I really enjoyed watching Naomi Grigg have a battle with Nic (from ESA) on snake boards. She was unusually not on her skates due to a small recent injury but showed she can’t stay away from wheels for long. It was great to see Skate Lisa hanging out with her crew and everyone enjoying themselves in the sunshine.

Next I went to watch the high jump and did a few practice jumps but I didn’t like the large wooden stick used at the jump or the 10cm intervals that the bar was raised and I ducked out and left it to the experts. I was seriously impressed with what I saw and liked analysing the different techniques that worked and didn’t work so well. I concluded that lightness on landing created the most stylish and ‘clean’ jumps. Amazing work guys!

 I also bumped into Jay from the Coast Bladers, the team who won last year’s BBC Skate Nation show that I was a judge for. He had new skates and I was delighted that with more support on his ankles in rec skates his previous pronation had disappeared (as I suspected it would out of hockey skates). As always he was full of smiles.

 I caught the second half of the 24minute Le Mans race which saw London skaters Rad and Duracell Dave beat all the competition. The tightly winding course and relax balls kept the speed to safe levels but really tested their Lunge turns.

Next up was the dance section and there was a demonstration of artistic quads skating by Rebecca Smith who has been several times British Champion. I enjoyed watching her skate, reminiscing of my own artistic past and remembering what it was to do a layback spin. I haven’t thought about those in over 20 years. Rebecca knows many people that I used to skate with including my ex-coach Jocelyn Taylor who used to coach the National Team for many years.

The organisers then asked me to give a SkateDance workshop to a group of mixed ability and mixed aged skaters. I had chalk and a microphone and in about 30 minutes we had a short routine of 4 different dance steps which the class had successfully learned. I wanted to show that SkateDance isn’t just for the very experienced skaters and that there are easy versions of all dance steps which means everyone can skate together and dance together if they learn the same simple routine. I saw a great improvement in some of the Eastbourne skaters who had done my dance workshop a couple of months ago. The spectators seemed to enjoy watching too. There were several sessions during the day of skating lessons and tuition which helped everyone improve.

For me one of the highlights of the day was watching the RollerJausting competition. I didn’t fancy being hit by a fast moving pole (even if it did only have a tennis ball on the end) but I admired their courage and aiming skills (they had to knock a tag off theiropponent’s shield to gain a point). This did make good spectator viewing and the London crowd were delighted to see Quaddie win the contest from the locals.

When all the skating was over I went back to the Eastbourne campsite where a group of friends had been staying and we enjoyed the gorgeous evening of hot sunshine, sausages and bacon burgers. Thanks to Doug and Gumbie Ben for cooking. Next time I will camp and make the whole weekend. Now I’m just excited about the Brighton skate day on 31^st July coming up. So much fun happening on 8 wheels at the moment.

Friday: Day 1 At 5am on Friday morning, I hauled myself out of bed and directly to the shower and then to my rucksack, my snail style home for the next 4-5days…

Camping, skating and staying up for 24hrs straight…. Was this a good idea??

Still wondering what I’d let myself in for, I left the flat, made my way across London to St Pancras – our meeting point and more importantly the Central London starting point for the Eurostar. I arrived to be given a large cup of coffee and my tickets for the whole trip, and as I was more interested in the coffee than the tickets, I then spent 15minutes trying to find which pocket across 2 rucksacks and my person I had stuffed the tickets. What a Narna!!!! That said, I was very glad to find out that I hadn’t over packed, everyone else’s bags looked just as big and maybe even heavier than mine… NICE!!!

The packing euphoria was short lived however, as all of my hard earned packing was turned inside out by security; literally 3 hours of meticulous prep thrown all over the floor by the customs official who thought I was a terrorist or maybe a smuggler??   As it turns out I’d packed a gas canister (for cooking) and a Swiss army knife of an old design that had a locking blade, which much to my dismay were confiscated and I’m sure by now have been destroyed…  just a quick word of advice, if you travel by Eurostar don’t carry a pen knife or any camping gas…

Panic over, we then had a relatively event free, if a little slow, trundle to the tunnel and a super fast trip down to Lille for the first interlude in our wonderful TGV train journey. Lille, whilst very nice, was purely an opportunity for a stretch out, a chat and then onto the next train. As soon as we got clear of Lille International; Les Mans station seemed to loom large. In all seriousness I have to say I love the French railways…. Proper speedy, on time and very comfy; even for a 6ft guy like me.

We all alighted, shuffled our way out into blazing sunshine and realised we needed food for the task ahead. Le Supermarche’ seemed like a good call. An hour later we were all on a very modern tram each loaded with exciting French “sensible food” and our kit heading to the campsite/trackside at Les Mans. Within the group I was travelling with I knew a few people – skating in London is tricky without making a few acquaintances – but I have to say I felt very accepted and part of the crew.

The campsite was like entering a canvas town, with an air of party-anticipation. People from all over the world attend the Les Mans 24 Hr. A very interesting mix of nationalities, obviously including British, French and also Spanish, German, Dutch, Polish, Scandinavian, American; I could go on J. Lots of different people with a common interest and goal but all doing it a little differently.

So, we pitched, got comfy, drank a little, partied a bit and got our heads down, well er, some of us did, some of the more party conscious stayed up pretty much all night drinking and chatting – nice.

Saturday: Day 2 Start of the race

I was up pretty early, as is my normal routine. I had a wander about a bit, acquainted myself with the showers again; normal campsite fayre. Then tried to get a view of the track. We had a few hours to get rigged for the race; the actual start time was 4pm, most of the London teams intended to head over to the “pitbox” for 2.30pm. This gave me time, with David’s (of Club Blueroom) help, to rig my skates and get properly settled. This was done by skating off the campsite up the road to the local Decathlon Sports store and back. Very cool and a fantastic opportunity to get any falling on our backsides’ out of the way before the race (which David did beautifully LOL, I might add very unusually for him).

I was also very happy to finally get on the skates that had been a couple of weeks in planning and felt quite comfy and very fast (thank you to Andrew Smith for the loan of frames and to David for the loan of the boots: if you want to know more about what I used at Les Mans email me for more details Matt@skatefresh.com )

And so to the pit box and the RACE!!!

It was decided that we were going to head over pretty much en-mass and sort ourselves out a corner to chill-out in. But what to take with you? What to leave behind in the tent? What food? What spares? What t-shirts? What socks? Sun lotion? Hat? Gloves? Pads? Helmet? Kitchen sink? The planning and thinking and second-guessing going on in my head was endless. What to carry it in? Big rucksack, carrier bag…  Then the question of where do I sleep, what shift will I be on, how will that work?? Oh my god – THE WORRY!!

In the end I took my cues from the others and got packed, got organised and cracked on. 

The way the race works is relatively simple, it lasts 24 hours and as a team you do as many laps as you can. There’s some variation in teams / event, there are the normal 10 man teams, (like the Marshalls and Team Panda from London), there are smaller Enduro teams (like Dregs again from London as organised by Marcus T), and then there’s the “crazies” who skate solo, this year George of London speed skaters fame skated solo and placed very well, I’m told making upwards of 110 laps…

In real terms there’s one lap per person at a time. I’d been invited as a reserve into “Panda” as I’d been a late entry and had less confidence in my ability than most, and had no idea of what I was letting myself in for. As it turned out, through 2 different injuries coming up in the two London “fun” teams, I pretty much ended up skating a full team place. I’d like to thank Tanya and Mozza for getting injured at a perfect time for me J LOL. Guys I really hope you’re healing fast and stuff is ok with you…

My race panned out like this:

4pm-7pm “free for all session”; any team skater that wants a lap – I think I skated one or two (after that I was hooked, all I wanted to know was how fast I’d lapped and if I’d gone faster than b4).

My first structured shift 7-11pm; skating a lap at a time handing over to one of 3 or 4 others for 3-4hours, not only was I hooked but I was getting faster, concentrating on where I thought I was slow and what strengths I had for the lap.

11pm to 4am: chill, rest, chat, sleep, MIGRAINE!!! I slept off my head-related agony in the car park on my carry mat, once I’d got  rid of the migraine, I supported some of the other guys in Team Panda and the Marshals team: food, sarcasm etc

Sunday: Day 3 Race finish day:

4am-7am structured shift again amongst, the same guys.  This time I discovered drafting – skating in a “pace line” of other skaters at similar speed to go faster as a group, I couldn’t believe how much faster. Wow, this was very cool…  (I’ve definitely got the bug)

Then from 7am-10am I supported the team by doing some timing and watch work, lap times etc etc, but I was so tired I kept making mistakes and writing stuff down wrong. (much to annoyance of my team mates) I then slept again.  The last 3 hours to 4pm Sunday was another free for all at which point I was asked if I would like to skate the final laps for Team Panda. I said I would love to. It was whispered to me that this was quite an honour and I must say I was really flattered to be asked

Race Finish:

Skating across the line being cheered and whooped was amazing until we were all waved through and told we needed to do a second lap, and then a third, my feet were really sore and my legs were totally shot!! All complaining aside: I went from being a hanger-on at the event; to being invited to take up a much bigger role in proceedings than I imagined I could, or would feel comfortable doing. It goes to show that yet again London Skating proves to be inclusive, interested and warm in its reception of others. Seriously, I’m grateful and quite proud to be a London Skater and a Panda J.

The rest of the time we were all away I’ll leave to just be remembered… thanks for reading – Matt J

PS: if you’re interested in taking a place at Les Mans next year, maybe joining the ranks of other Skatefresh clients and friends. Please email us and let us know.

PPS: Thanks for the pictures: Steev davidson, from serpentine media steevdavidson@gmail.com

The trip always begins at the Green Van Hire place in Brighton where I hire the same van every year (which runs on chip fat – very eco friendly). I only drive once a year – to this event – and this time went via London to pick up my oldest fiend Mitsutoshi and his flatmate Sarah. I share their flat on the weekends when I’m teaching inLondon so it was a real flat outing, one tent each set up in a circle with a communal area in the middle for cooking and relaxing. We were joined by friends Byron and his son Djuaan. Everything that we lacked in terms of equipment, Byron had brought with him (large umbrella for permanent shade, feather boas for decorating our camp and of course the highly necessary bag of wigs). 

Every year a different colour is chosen as the theme for Saturday night and 2010 was Green.We all got our greenery on and then sat with everyone on the lawns of the house inside a giant heart shape where photos were then taken from the roof. This was followed by a lazer show, fireworks and then an amazing aerobatics display (making hearts in the sky).

I love camping and it reminds me of my childhood where I didn’t see a hotel till I was 13. Taking a van with me means I can bring everything but the sink and I was totally spoiled having my gorgeous futon mattress, and duvet, just like home. Why rough it when you can camp in style? I made my spectacular porridge every morning and I cooked at least one other large meal everyday. I love cooking outdoors. We did get feathers in everything though!

The weather was truly spectacular and we ran out of shade, sunscreen and room by the pool. We did manage to get the swinging sofa seat and spend several hours in the late afternoon watching the sun loose its heat and trying to keep tabs on our enormous water gun (which kept being borrowed and walking off). The site has lots of tipis which people hire to sleep in. I think tipis are the most beautiful structures and fit in with the landscape effortlessly. I always have a sense of deja-vouz when I see circles of tipis.

My days were spent relaxing at camp, cooking, giving shiatsu, going to yoga workshops, sitting by the pool, dancing and listening to music, talking to friends, napping and generally having ‘no plans’ at any time of the day or night. For me this is precious, phone off time where I can be myself and days feel endless (because they aren’t chopped up into hourly chunks).

The only tricky part was getting enough sleep. I woke every morning before 7am with the sensation of literally being roasted alive, the heat inside my tent was so intense. So each morning I felt rudely awakened and reminded that curtains keep us closed to nature and that our rhythms used to be so different. One morning I came out of my boiling tent to find Mitsutoshi and Sarah both lying in the entrances to their tents, heads out, gaining some shady, fresher spot to carry on sleeping. My tent entrance was in the sun but I found a camp chair and used it for shading my face and the bliss of returning to sleep was gorgeous. Only to be rudely awakened by sun in my eyes 10 mins later and the need to move slightly to stay in the shade. At that point making porridge is an obvious distraction.

Now I am refreshed for the rest of the summer!

The race held is annually at the 4.2 km Bugatti Circuit just out side Le Mans in northern France.

Around 70 skaters from London are invading France by rail, air and sea to form a number of teams and take part. We’re proud to have Skatefresh represented through Matt whom we wish the best of luck. May your wheels keep turning!!!

We also wish our friends from the Spanish skate school MadridPatina all the best. They’ll show up with 4 teams with a total of 40 skaters!

Look out for Matt’s report on this blog when he’s back and have a look at the Le Mans hompage for details about the skate event.

Most exciting was just sitting in the front row and having such a great view. The VIP after party was also an eclectic mix of Brighton personalities. I met two authors, a model (whose massive hair got tangled with mine in the wind), a jewellery designer and a kite surfing instructor.

I’m sad to be missing the Couture Show this weekend but London (and work) calls…..

My personal favourite was the ice skating Barbie dress. We may have to look at revamping the summer Skatefresh uniform…..

Lidl Bags:

Umbrellas:

Rubber Gloves & Mobs:

Fliers:

Sanitary Towels:

Tampons:

Condoms:

I arrived late thursday evening and imagined I might wake up my room mates (8 in a dorm youth hostel). I forgot, they were spanish and the room was deserted until they returned from ‘dinner’ at midnight. They have endless amounts of energy.

We started skating on Friday at 11am after a briefing my Javi (the big boss who very seriously showed us the route map…) The day’s tour followed an outer city loop through different neighbourhoods and some of the more industrial areas, but often skating alongside rivers on cool shaded paths. The weather was boiling hot and sunny, just how I like it. I noticed that Berlin’s pavements were a mixture of 3 different types of cobble stones (all skateable although some tricky) and cycle paths of smooth tiles. The roads are beautiful smooth (no gravel) tarmac  (like Paris pavements). We were a group of over 100 skaters and we followed the cycle lanes whether they were on roads or pavements. This worked very well. 

The tour took us all over the north of the city to lunch stop in Alexanderplatz and returning via the south to our hostel. Total 35km. It was good to get closer to some of the famous Berlin sites like the Brandenburg Gate, Holocaust Memorial and of course The Wall.

Saturday 5th June

I had heard about Fleaming skate and how beautiful is was but nothing can really prepare you for the perfection that is the largest recreational rural skate environment in Europe (located 40mins by train from Berlin). A series of interconnected pathways (totalling 115km), Fleaming Skate is a skaters’ paradise where the surface is so smooth it feels like you are indoors and there is almost zero debris (they sweep it every day so no nasty twigs). You can skate for miles and just enjoy the scenery passing by, forests and woods filling your head with the fresh scent of pine, fields of grasses and other crops, hedgerows and pasture land. Everything was lush and green and better still the weather was boiling with clear blue skies to greet us.

We skated for 50km and yet it didn’t feel that taxing or difficult (due to the surfaces, lack of slopes and engaging scenery). The lunchtime stop in a sunny pub garden saw the pub run out of glasses and also cakes – when you skate that much in a day, any cake is doable. I was also lucky to exchange a short treatment with one of their clients, a physiotherapist with an interesting muscle testing and correction procedure. There were options during the day so skate faster or slower, do additional loops and control the total amount of kms skated. I felt stronger at the end than I had during the morning and experienced many exhilirating feelings during the day. The pure magic that is skating truely hit me over and over when such a perfect environment for it exists. I felt light, and full of energy. Those Germans are lucky. I have noticed however that in countries where the surfaces are perfect, there is less of a culture of having tuition and the ‘average’ skating standard is not very high. This confirms my theory that if you can skate well in London, you will stand out anywhere.  

Sunday morning I did not feel so light and my knee was grumbling in the first 2 hours of Sunday’s city tour. But it did get warmed up and started enjoying Berlin’s buildings and monuments, riverside paths, bridges, squares, parks and large boulevards. The city is very quiet on Sundays and we enjoyed being on the roads and being very free to enjoy. Lunch in Alexanderplatz was possibly the longest wait for food ever, but the ice cream afterwards was enough to make up for it. Hazelnut is truely a German speciality and worth trying!. We made use of our breaks doing short dance classes and playing skate games, providing ’entertainment’ for the onlookers.

Berlin is a very skateable city and small enough to really get a feel for it over a day or two of skating and going out to eat. I’m told the beer is of superior quality and the Spaniards definitely seemed to confirm that in their enthusiastic consumption. Not such a great deal for vegetarians although I did enjoy the saurkraut (which noone wanted to eat) which came with everyone’s assorted sausages.

I finished off my work trip by seeing 2 old friends who live in Berlin and had the opportunity to step into their lives for a day each. Mark and Tanja, I thank you for your self less hospitality and open hearted welcome. I find this deeply relaxing, not having to make any decisions and just follow and be. One thing I know for sure; Skatefresh will be doing our next overseas trip to Berlin, possibly in Septmber this year (or if not in spring 2011). Please let us know if you wold be interested in a September trip. There is more to do in Berlin but mostly I want to skate there with my clients andshow everyone Fleaming skate as soon as possible.

The Amsterdam trip exists because not only is Amsterdam fantastic for skaters in terms of skating provision, road safety and smooth concrete, one of my best friends lives in Amsterdam and this trip is the opportunity to see her once a year.  

The tour officially began on Friday 23rd April at 6.30pm in Vondelpark, ready for the Friday night skate. Our group of Min Saw, Ofran, Mike and Deb quickly met and bonded during the skate. 

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I was delighted to see the radical transformation in Ofran’s skating as last year she hadn’t been skating for long when she did the Amsterdam FNS and worried me throughout with her straight knees. No such trouble this year. The route was pleasant, it had long sections of very smooth concrete and wider cycle paths both in and what felt like outside of the city. For Deb this was the first time back to skating after some skate-free months and we were impressed by her determination to improve although this did lead to a new rule introduced by her: No-one  was allowed to do a lunge turn in front of her (or anywhere near her – in fact just not at all, cause she will notice if you do it behind her back) as she hasn’t mastered the art just yet.  

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 We arrived back and headed for chips and mayonnaise….proper Dutch style: “Lekker”.  

 Saturday  

 We awoke to clear blue sky and the promise of a great day. No wind, pure sunshine: Ideal skate conditions! We headed East from Vondelpark, but  not without a stop at Bart’s skate shop on Centuurbanstraat 59. This year I managed to restrict myself to 3 pairs of pink laces and flashy dynamo lights.  

We continued east past Oosterpark and then hit the first of our 2 bridges (ie hills). This immediate change in landscape gave us a view of the harbour and more industrial area to the west and the flatlands with reed beds, reclaimed land and agriculture to the east. After the bridges we turned off and suddenly found ourselves on the quiet countryside roads between fields of horses and cows and small villages of huge houses with large gardens. The freedom of skating in the countryside on roads with few cars (but more bikes) is wonderful after the confines and intensity of urban skating (which is the norm for all of us). 

The trek to Marken is a gorgeous skate, following the coast line north east of Amsterdam, often skating on a  raised cycle path with a view of the water (often on both sides of the path). The 3 wind turbines in the long distance come gradually closer until they are suddenly upon us, making you realise the distance you have skated. This perspective of distance travelled is always missing in the urban skate environment, and really makes one appreciate how fast you are on wheels. We had our own Asbox in the shape of my music system in a string bag. This caused a few raised eyebrows from the locals. 

 The only mishap of the day was Ofran being pulled off her skates by a passing cyclist who somehow got her rucksack caught and literally pulled her off her skates backwards. Luckily the rucksack strap broke and Mike did a brilliant job of tying it back together again. Ofran’s ‘rubber bones’ held up well, but it was a very freaky and unusual accident. Surprisingly (for the Dutch are usually so convivial) the cyclist didn’t even stop. 

 Marken is a gorgeous little island with a bustling harbour and cute, toy town-esque scenery. Here we found a large clog, perfect washing on the line and a sunny outdoor spot for lunch (everyone had salmon) finished off by ice cream and a return trip on the ferry to Vollendam and then bus back to Amsterdam. We then skated from Centraal station back to our hotels near Vondelpark, happy, tired and with acheing cheeks from the hilarious banter going on all day (including the values of Ofran and Mike’s 3 fingered shower !),which Asha couldn’t resist any further and went to try out before Saturday’s dinner. 

 We hit Chinatown and The New King restaurant (along with what seemed like the rest of the city). The long queues even with a reservation gave testament to the quality of the food and the stories of perfect prawn toast were told to keep up focused as extreme hunger mixed with the tiredness. Silence fell as we all ate and enjoyed….. No photos of that due to the extreme level of satisfaction and hands being busy devouring great food. 

Unbelievably the group the hit the fairground rides of Dam square and one particularly high spinny contraption which made me feel ill just thinking about it (after such a  meal). Good sleep guaranteed. 

Sunday  

We met once again at 9.30am in Vondelpark for our city tour of Amsterdam. This large circuit of the city takes in various different neighbourhoods, several parks, busy shopping streets, the harbour area to the north and a smooth ride back to the park. We were joined by several additions to the trip on Sunday, Andrew and Katie  (my brother and sister) and Fabiola (my PA) who all came to enjoy the city and skate. Our Amsterdam Brit  Andrew also came along for the ride having sky-dived out of a plane the day before (and only lasting 46 seconds, we expected longer! ) It was great to watch Min Zaw achieve his goal of ‘skating backwards in Amsterdam’. Min Zaw contacted me in the summer of 2009 having watched a video of me skating in Amsterdam and said he wanted to do the same things and skate well backwards on street skates. There began a winter/spring project of lessons and practice which all paid off as Min Zaw was skating backwards very frequently during the entire weekend, keeping up with normal forwards speed. This is difficult and unusual. Most people learning to skate backwards get stuck at low speeds and never master it fully. Min Zaw should be as proud as his teacher.  

We stopped for lunch at Jay’s juice bar and later for pancakes and profitures at the great café in front of the Heineken brewery. A final loop around the posh area east of the park and then we were done. Back in Vondelpark with the hordes of people enjoying the hottest weekend of the year so far. Our timing was perfect. We were rewarded with great weather, fun people and fantastic skating. Roll on next year when we can do it again!  

Skatefresh is among the skate schools in London and Brighton that will teach all those ready to get fit while having fun at any level of ability and we’re looking forward to welcoming anyone to one of our lessons.

We’re really happy about this sort of interest as it will hopefully get more people on those eight wheels and join our skate community….

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