An early morning surprise. Sitting downstairs I heard a whooshing sound… trying to place that sound (“what was that?”), discounting water and kettles and open windows…. I suddenly had it – a hot air balloon (it had been many years)… Racing out back, I looked in all directions to no avail, until I looked straight up… and there it was – 50 feet over the house.
So – after rousing Anna (and scaring the cat), I raced outside with the camera (alas – forgetting shoes in the February chill… see the picture), and watched the landing unfold. Very cool.
Nothing like one of these balloons to get a Saturday started ….