About 7am this morning, I was in bed, supping a cuppa and listening to the radio; like you do. An intermittent rushing sound crept into my consciousness. The sound grew and grew. I leapt - slowly - I'm not getting any younger - out of beddy-byes squawking, "It's a hot air balloon." and looked out of the nearest window, NOTHING, except that noise. Dashing around the house - starkers - looking from window to window, I finally spotted the thing hanging just below Joyces roofline! JUST BELOW IT!!!!!! IT WAS LANDING IN HER GARDEN!!!!!!!!
CAMERA!
By the time I'd fetched the nearest camera, and got back to the advantageous window, the balloon was UP, UP AND AWAY again. I had presented my ageing body at each window of the house, for nothing.
I CAN ONLY HOPE NO ONE WAS LOOKING
: /
So, here is a shot that shows how long it took me to rush from the top floor and it's two windows, via the middle floor windows, to the ground floor and it's windows, to grab the 'nearest' camera (it wasn't there), and then back up to the top floor, and the foot of the bed, where I had left the camera - in my trousers pocket.
As you can see, it took TOO LONG.
BUT, WHAT A LOVELY DAY FOR A BALLOON RIDE!
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