If you have heard the sound before, the noise that the burners of a hot air balloon make is unmistakeable. And whenever I hear it I run outside to look heavenward and wave. They probably don't see - I'm sure the curve of the river or the patten left by the recently harvested wheat in the fields behind the house are much more captivating. Sometimes we wave to be seen and sometimes we just wave because the spirit moves us.
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Waving back! K xx
Posted by: Kristina | 19 September 2021 at 18:37
They can see you and hear you. Back in the 1980s, my mother-in-law shouted up to one as it went over and asked if she could have a ride and after they'd landed, the chap went round to her house and arranged it for her.
Posted by: Anne | 21 September 2021 at 08:32