[Farmer John]

Some time ago, a hot air balloon used to fly from a field very near the house when conditions were right. They came at about 5.30, and always woke us, which we didn't really mind. The house (no longer mine) was very isolated, so we were the only ones bothered. To say thanks, they gave me and a friend a trip of our very own, so just three of us in the balloon. It was quite magical and a real thrill. Unfortunately, I was feeling very low at the time so I never took a camera or even as much notice as I wish I had done, I would love another go but not as one of 25 in a big bunch.

Further back and far away, the farm I was working on was the venue for a World Ploughing match, what a jamboree. One of the most impressive sights was a slim young lady arrived, flung out a small hot air balloon and inflated it very quickly and flew off, advertising Nimble bread, made from knitted pubic hair by the texture of it.