Pics of a very low balloon trip, that me, the Glenn and Jocke and several other picnic:ers bore witness to last Tuesday. The basket nearly touched the tree tops - or at least that's how it seemed. I felt for the balloon driver - balloon man? commander? captain? - as he or she with several bursts of shhhhhhhhhhhh shhhhhhhhh tried to make the balloon ascend. In the direction they were going lies a tower block, and it seemed uncertain if they would actually make it. (They must have.)
Two more days to go til marriage...! Our flat looks like "come and help me - but no one came" (it's a good expression), our minds are clearly somewhere else. Saturday, they say it will rain. Thunder I'll abide but please, no tediousness at my wedding.