Balloon roar

After six nights away, it was lovely to be back in my own house, particularly this morning, slipping back into my coffee making routine. When the weather's this nice, I like to have the back door open while I potter around and so I was exposed full blast to the spectacular sound of a hot air ballon elevating, maybe three hundred feet above the garden.

I couldn't see it, though, The sun was still just above the hills on the other side of the valley so I couldn't see a thing in the direction whence the roar was intermittently coming. Eventually, though, it drifted far enough south that the sun was no longer an my eyes and I was able to photograph it.