Like many, we went for a family walk on xmas day. Not far away from where I grew up, lays a lake with a small island, called the Iron Man ( after the machine that dug it at the end of the 19th century ). I have fond memories of this place: swimming in the middle of the summer, ice skating on the frozen lake. And let's not forget the Italian ice cream cart…
Despite the drizzle, it was nice to make new memories here!
