Up, up and away.

The past two mornings, whilst driving to work, I have been treated to the sight of cheerful, corpulent, multi-coloured balloons high above the valley floor.  Gondolas brimming with visitors, envelopes swollen with hot air, they glide silently along until the ride is over and they alight at a predetermined destination or, in some unfortunate cases, in a vineyard on top of vines where they are really not welcome.  I took this photograph on an early morning flight in a friend's Luscombe in June.  We were careful not to get too close to the balloons.  I love them, others do not, but what would the postcard manufacturers and fridge magnet makers do without them?