Htay and I were far from alone, despite the hour - we had to queue a long time to get in, then joined the snaking throng that was winding its way past the deer park to the balloon field. When we arrived, the balloons were still laid flat.
The weather was pronounced suitable for an ascent by means of green smoke from a special balloon-announcing chimney, no doubt on loan from the Vatican, and we passed the time by eating bacon (there wasn't much else)...
...and then watched the scene slowly transform, lopsidedly inflate, puff like a bullfrog, and fly:
What was that? Yes, especially for Archer's Goon fans - "Hathaway, send a balloon!"
Tribute ale gets the party started:
The lion is of course from Longleat:
But watching it turn slowly towards me I felt very much under the eye of Aslan:
Balloons in full bloom!
Eventually we trailed back, being followed by a giant box of Tempranillo. It's all right, startled man on the left, it's not the DTs, just a hot-air balloon.
Oh, the title of my post? As well as being a reference to David Niven's autobiography it's a literal description of Luke Jerram's latest artwork, which we didn't get to see today, alas, but which you can read about here. Sadly, it burst....