It had been a perfect weekend in so many ways. After what had seemed like an age, a long weekend filled with the first real sunshine and warmth that we had felt in a long time. There was wind to fill the sails of a city windsurfer. There were also sick children and sleepless nights, together with gracious grandparents. Then on our final evening as we were getting the children ready for bed we saw these rising silently, a quiet only interrupted by the rhythmical gush of hot air. As if somehow enchanted, we were all drawn outside to look up. Others too from the little row of cottages. We stood and watched as more took flight, an unexpected beauty. For me another reminder of the bigger picture and to remember to keep looking up.
(photo courtesy of pb)
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