|a portrait of my children, once a week, every week in 2013|
A: One hundred balloons
T: Three going on thirteen
My kids have always been up with the lark. Most of the time it's a drag, but there are a few occasions when it's actually useful. Like today.
6.10am said my clock when I heard those familiar heavy footsteps stomping around in the bedroom next to ours. My usual routine is to have a quick few minutes of email/social media while the kids are happily occupied, and this morning I checked my Twitter account. Bristol Balloon Fiesta takes place this weekend, and at the top of my feed was a tweet saying the mass ascent would be going ahead with a hundred balloons taking to the sky, any minute.
I threw clothes on us all, grabbed a few snacks and a blanket, and hopped in the car to the nearest hilly point. We ate a picnic breakfast while watching the beautiful balloons take to the sky. You always know it's going to be a good day in Bristol when you hear the furry hum of a hot air balloon floating overhead, and we are clearly very spoilt this weekend (as I write these words I can hear the same sound - there's a 6pm mass ascent as well as a 6am red-eye job). I proper loves Bristol.