Lily showed photos of the Canberra Balloon Festival which bought a lump to my throat and made me feel very nostalgic and a bit "home sick".
Many moons ago I was a P.U.T (pilot under training) flying hot air balloons.
A great friend of ours got hooked when he learnt to fly with the
British School of Ballooning. He bought his lovely Thunder & Colt G-ONCL (not the one in the photos) and the big adventure began! DH and I used to retrieve a lot for him, then DH got fed up of getting up at 5.30 am in the summer months and I continued retrieving, sometimes on my own or with company. I got to know the highways and byways of Surrey and Sussex very well thank you and rarely got lost (unlike DH who once took 3 hours to find us).
Eventually NCL gave me PUT lessons in return for retrieving and the second love of my love very nearly became my first.

I have flown 3,000 ft above Longleat House, been dragged across fields heading dangerously for an electric fence. Been in a balloon when the envelope had to be carefully untangled from a barbed wire fence. Flown dangerously close to power cables (ooohhh that was scary), got wet feet splashing into

lakes (great great fun) and literally stood still 300 feet up over telephone lines when there was no wind. That day it took us 2 hours to fly about a mile down the road! I have flown nearly in a complete circle. Been at the receiving end of angry farmers. Flown on a clear frosty morning, returned to the house, refuelled the gas bottles and flown again.
Then I fell pregnant and that was that - I haven't flown since.
NCL has, however, gone on to bigger and better things. He now flies two huge balloons for their respective owners and, when I last spoke to him, was commuting between his office in West Sussex and Tuscany and Luxor (ok for some!).

So here are some photos for you of the one thing in my life that I wish I had never given up. I'm not to be seen - I was on the other end of the camera.