Squint or you’ll miss the balloon in this pic… taken early this morning.
Traffic passing the house at 7am doesn’t usually make me run outside in my dressing gown. But I heard the burners… saw a load of hot air balloons quietly drifting past… and went for a better look from the garden.
There’s something slightly magical about balloon flight. Almost silent, apart from the occasional roar of the burner. Peacefully going wherever the wind dictates.
I can’t help but recall seeing recent fiery footage of a balloon tragedy. Seems so at odds with this gentle scene in front of me.
Safe landings… and time for breakfast.
Andrew Greenhalgh 