Very early one glorious summer morning I set off for Alton in Hampshire. Confirmation had been given the night before that the weather forecast was good and a balloon trip was set to go. The trip was being organised by Adventure Balloons.
As all the travellers arrived, we watched on as the balloon was unloaded.
There was a growing sense of anticipation as things began to take shape. We were soon being directed to help with the inflation of the balloon.
With the balloon inflated we clambered aboard and were up, up and away.
The early morning mist still had to burn off the surrounding countryside.
When the pilot had us safely underway, it was time for the official picture.
After drifting quietly apart from bursts from the burners, distant Basingstoke started to come into view and it was time to think about a landing spot.
With lots of little adjustments to catch minor variations in the wind direction, the pilot spotted a suitable small field to land in that wouldn’t involve damaging any crops. After landing safely it was time to crack open the champagne and celebrate a lovely trip before being driven back to Alton.