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Balloons are dotted across our horizon |
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Shadows are lengthening |
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All are quiet in the basket as we appreciate the slowly
changing beauty of a spring evening. |
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Monmouth is now a long way away. Well, in
hot air balloon terms. |
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Dave now takes us gently lower, ever closer to the
treetops. |
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Just watching... |
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Occasionally, there is the roar of the propane burners to
maintain our altitude. |
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Self portrait! |
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We fly low enough to brush the treetops, an
amazing experience |
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Hot air balloon, cool champagne for the passengers.
What better place to savour Champers. |
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Badger sets looking like huge rabbit holes |
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Just the sounds of the countryside, dogs barking, the odd
horse and birdsong. |
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Long horned cattle |
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Dave is now looking for somewhere to land.
This must be the hardest part of the job. he asks us to be quiet and to put
cameras away in preparation for landing. |
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The rate of descent is controlled by occasional burns. |
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We're down! We know not where, but already the back up
team have found us, and talked to the farmer whose land it is. |
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All help to get everyone out |
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and then expel the invisible but powerful
air that has taken 15 of us some 8 miles in an hour. 25 minutes later, it is
all wrapped away for another day and we are returning to Monmouth with big
smiles on our faces.
I can thoroughly recommend it. |
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