Some quite interesting things happen before breakfast. Here's this morning's offering. The balloon was one of half a dozen floating across the sky and I'm fairly certain that this one planned to land in Jones Park. Well, moderately confident it was at least on the list of possible landing spaces. Who am I kidding? They were furiously cranking the gas up as they were descending trying desperately not to land there!
But there were no audible cries of panic or people taking up religion on the final descent. And a very gentle landing with the tiniest of bumps. Due to the lack of ground kissing and relieved we-almost-died hugs amongst the passengers, I'm guessing it went pretty much as planned.
But it still doesn't make me want to get up in one.
Lulu momentarily interested.
Can't eat it, don't care.