Tony Grist (poliphilo) wrote,
Tony Grist
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Of A Summer's Evening

Someone nearby- but not next door- was having a party last night- featuring a live rock band. Voices were still to be heard at three o'clock in the morning. I don't mind listening to far-away rock and roll- it's the music of my generation and feels friendly- and it doesn't seem to have stopped me sleeping. File this with other recent posts about how noisy the countryside is.

A hot air balloon passed overhead in the early evening. It came so close I could hear the roar of the burners. I have loved hot air balloons ever since David Niven crossed the Alps in one on the first stage of his trip around the world. I've never been up in one- and am reluctant to try in case I totally embarrass myself. If standing on top of church towers- which are not so high and are connected to the ground- make me go all funny how would I cope with being in an wicker basket at a height of thousands of feet? Let's not go there...
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