Pride swells as I look at the team, resplendent in their new costumes. I may not be on the ice, but part of me is.
My daughter is out there. The British Championship’s junior synchronized skating team, the highest level she can skate with. Pride in my daughter too.
The music swells; five, six, seven, eight, they’re off. The skirts swirl as they turn at the end of the ice, diamantés twinkling under the bright lights.
There are nineteen skaters on the ice; nineteen costumes I made. I may not be out there in person, but I have a presence.