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I got invited at the last minute to a conference. Actually I got invited past the last minute: after somebody didn't show up for the start of the conference on Monday I got an afternoon email asking me if I wanted to come, so I booked a flight for 7.30 on Tuesday morning. I have never before come close to travelling so far at such short notice.

The place is fabulous. It's essentially a purpose built mathematics conference centre. Every week they get around 50 very smart people to come and talk to each other (and it seems when such people fail to materialise they resort to people like me). They feed you, provide you with comfortable rooms, internet access, a huge mathematical library and the ability to get through the week staying entirely within an area of diameter perhaps 50 metres. There are coffee machines available for use at any hour of the day or night. Oh, and it's perched on the side of a valley in the heart of the Black Forest, which means that it has fantastic views (and also provides opportunity for lovely walking, which means that most people *do* make it out of that 50m range at least once while here).

I've put a few photos of the place and its surroundings up: http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/scatha/Oberwolfach#
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On our way back from a lovely meal at a pub out of town, strolling through the frosty night, we enjoyed the little crunches of the grass under our boots.

And then we came to the field at the end of our road. For a while now it has been slightly flooded; now it's cold enough that several millimetres on the top have frozen over. We wandered over to have a closer look.

I've always wondered what it would feel like to walk on thin ice and feel it start to give way beneath you. This seemed to be my opportunity, so I stepped out. In some places the ice gave way beneath my feet immediately. In some places, supported by clumps of grass, it actually seemed to hold my weight. More often it would seem to hold for half a second and then as my full weight went onto that foot it would crack and collapse beneath. As there was only an inch or so of water and I was wearing boots, I didn't even get my feet wet.

The best, though, was when I came to a wider and more uniform expanse of ice. Hitherto I'd always had good grip; at this point I started to slide, as on an ice rink. And, typically after a couple of seconds, I'd start to hear a cracking, and it would fall away beneath my feet, and the cracks would spread out in that classic kind of pattern.

Has anyone else had the chance to play in such circumstances?
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Enjoy/ignore/criticise as you like! Comments on the photos very welcome.

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