It's in the trees...

Every morning I'm home, I come downstairs to the kitchen and the first thing I do is open the kitchen door. Despite the catflap, the cats are usually waiting outside, so I feed them and then pop the kettle on.

I like the fresh air coming into the kitchen through the open door and more often than not - or so it seems - I enjoy the sound of the rain.

It wasn't raining this morning but I did hear a distinctive noise, the sound of a hot air balloon passing down the valley. God knows what time in the morning they set off but this one seemed to be coming in to land. It descended right to left, heading north and groundwards. I caught it just as it went behind the trees.