Now I will readily admit to being amazed by hot air balloons, even getting married in one. But the thought of looking straight down between your feet at the ground doesn’t exactly thrill me. Then again, you can’t say that you don’t like something until you’ve tried it, and you do have to face your fears. Looks like I’ve just found an excuse for my next flight.
Hot Air Balloons
The other morning I had a surprise – a pair of hot air balloons almost directly over our house!
It definitely had the Chloe the Corgi wondering what was going on. She came around to get her breakfast bone-shaped biscuit, saw the balloon and headed back up to the garage door, without the biscuit. I hadn’t realised up until than that there was a balloon, let alone two almost above me, then the burner went.
Of course I just stood there admiring the view for a few minutes. By the time that I had come to my senses and got the camera the balloons had moved over the back fence and they were well on their way to Mooroolbark. In the meantime Chloe had darted in through the fly-wire door that I had left ajar, and was not happy at getting put back outside.
On Wednesday 5th December, I managed to get another hot air balloon flight over the city. It was a beautiful, still and reasonably clear morning. Nowhere near as nice as out wedding day, especially as Mrs CannibalRabbit wasn’t there. We took off from Fawkner Park and came across the south-east corner of the city from Crown Casino to Spencer Street / Southern Cross Station, landing in Fairbairn Park on the banks of the Maribynong River.
There are more photos over on the Gallery – so feel free to head on over there.