Reading about the tragic ballooning accident in New Zealand got me thinking back to our own ballooning days. It started with an article in our local paper offering a balloon flight with our local club to the first dozen readers willing to write a sizeable cheque to the club’s designated charity. Husband was right there with the chequebook and on the appointed day we drove with our excited children to the Black Horse pub in Great Missenden, the club’s HQ which had a large field beside it. On arrival husband was immediately put to work as a crew member on his designated balloon while I was instructed to keep the children out of the way. You can see why from this photograph.




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