Years ago when I lived in West London I'd pop down to the newly re-built Meanwhile skatepark early in the morning before the kids arrived. One crispy cold day I arrived down for a quick skate. The shallow bowl was bathed in early morning sunlight, and the third deepest connecting bowl was still in shadow. I dropped in, did a short frontside grind in the small bowl, backside carve in the middle bowl and ollied the hip into the big bowl…and slid on my back in the frost about half way up the transition on the other side while watching my board pause in the air about fifteen feet above my head. Luckily it missed me when it returned.