One glance at the bedroom window this morning told me it was
a very frosty, cold morning, in spite of the sunshine.
I immediately pulled the covers over my head, closed my eyes
again and settled down for more sleep.
Within seconds I heard a sound which snapped my eyes wide
open. It was the familiar whoosh, whoosh
of the burners firing in a hot air balloon; I struggled out from under the
covers and staggered across the room to stand at the window.
There it was, a giant red balloon, on course for landing in
the nearby park. I snatched up my phone from the table and took a trio of shots
before it disappeared below the roof tops.
Just after the third photo the pilot fired the burners for one last lift
to carry them across the road and down into the park. The balloon was so close
I could see the flames clearly. All the
passengers in the basket were dressed for the weather; heavy coats, gloves and
beanies were the order of the day.
An awesome start to the month of July.
Oh dear. It wasn't until much later I realised I had taken two of the photos standing in front of the window which has a fly-wire screen. Not ideal. And when I moved to the next section of window, I managed to get awkward reflections.
You'll just have to take it or leave it.
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