My night in an ICE PALACE
Oct 22, 2020
4 minutes
As he passed through the doors to his university hall of residence, my son threw out a cheery wave and shouted, ‘Have some adventures!’ It’s the instruction I’ve been giving him for 18 years; it’s good advice. Since the day he was born he has been my priority, which is right and proper. Parents are meant to be devoted to their kids. But now he has flown the nest, it is time for me to reprioritise. The next stage of my life demands I rediscover the daring, bold being I once was. That person has been somewhat suppressed under mum-worry, school runs and washing loads. So, when, just days after he moved out, I was invited to visit the Icehotel in Sweden’s Lapland, I jumped
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