I have flown in a hot air balloon. Yes. Me. Up there in a basket under a balloon. In the sky.
This is the balloon. Getting in it was a trifle complicated because, in my 50th year (at the time), hurdling great heights was not on the list of talents or accomplishments. But I got in. My friend, Nicky was a little more graceful, but just wait till you hear re the landing......
|Just before we climbed in for lift off|
Isobel had won a deluxe balloon flight for 2, but she was over 90 and (believe me, she would NEVER have managed the hurdling) did not think it was a great idea. And her family had no desire to fly either. So I was next on the list.
I asked all my friends who wanted to go, and then drew a name out of the hat, and so Nicky and I set off at dawn one spring morning. It was overcast, but clear and you could see for miles. The first surprise was how fast you rise up into the skies. The second was the silence, apart from the burner and our chatter, of course. Movement with no sound takes a little getting used to.
|The chase vehicles down there like toy cars|
|Milton Keynes - the concrete cows.|
|An English village from the skies|
|Moi - LOVING the silence and sense of drifting through the skies!|
|Looking up into the balloon|
|We survived and lived to tell the tale|
|And then we had to help pack the balloon and gear|
|With our pilot in the centre and some of the chase crew. And our certificates.|
So there we have memory #2. Why the balloon? And why today? Well, this morning, I was up very early to let my friend's dogs out, and as I walked round the garden, there, up in the skies above me, was a beautiful balloon, drifting along. I remembered, you see, and I heard the burner in the silence of the dawn, and I knew that today's memory would be the balloon. A friend asked if I had a list. No. I don't. I am letting events of each day trigger memories, and we will see where they go. Heaven knows I have lived long enough to have a whole bunch of memories just clambering over each other in my head!
So tomorrow, who knows which decade I will be wandering through. We will have to wait and see.........