On the Good morning thread, aggie spoke about a hot air balloon passing over. Many years ago when my H and I were fit and well , we were going for the weekend to stay with my D and family.
They live near the south coast so we used to leave early morning , drive to Oxford , spend the afternoon there and stay overnight in a Premier Inn.
This PI was, as many of them are sited on the edge of a small estate so not pretty, however it had a small garden with tables and chairs.
It was a beautiful evening and after a meal we took our drinks outside to enjoy the warmth and the late sun.
Suddenly the sky was full of hot air balloons, all colours, shapes and sizes.
Someone told us it was a festival somewhere.
I have never fogotten that evening, no noise but chatter from other people enjoying the evening, the beautiful sky full of colour and not forgetting the glass, or two ,of wine.
Does anyone else have memories like this, unexpected but always remembered?
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