In my silent valleys Rye bows to the roads Jasmine glows in its own love there, The sun pouring mellow, With a white blossom of clouds The sky bends under … Continue reading #16: Winter city break in Riga, Latvia: Cross-country skiing and balsam liqueur
The funniest moment of the weekend was my dad falling over on the cross-country ski track and, slipping and sliding on the icy surface, struggling to get back up, legs wobbling like a newborn calf. Doubled over with laughter, we were powerless to help. In the end he managed to haul himself back into an upright position on his skinny skis and manfully completed an entire circuit. We were at Mezaparks, a forest park half an hour’s tram ride from the centre of Riga.