Whilst August yet wears her golden crown,
Ripening fields lush-bright with promise;
Summer waxes long, then wanes, quietly passing
Her fading green glory onto riotous Autumn.
Michelle L Tieme
This weekend central England has sweltered under hot, oppressive August skies... summer has arrived with a vengeance (just in time to say goodbye until next year). We made the mistake of trying to go to a balloon festival yesterday - never, ever go anywhere called Billing Aquadrome. You will regret it. Dreadful place and only three balloons up when we got there - we couldn't stand the idea of hanging around to see if any more arrived so got home very hot, bothered and fed-up.
Today was still warm but at least we were out in the local countryside and I got to take some photos in a field. Peace, perfect peace... not a hot-dog vendor or fun-fair blasting mindless music into my ears in sight...
The one pic from yesterday that I'm not ashamed of...
Well only a bit, the others were worse - almost made my camera
put a bag over its head and refuse to take any more photos...
These are from this morning...
my camera was much happier with me.
I'm glad - I hate it when we're not friends :O)
my camera was much happier with me.
I'm glad - I hate it when we're not friends :O)
3 comments:
How disappointing, and UGH! I know just the kind of venue you describe. Run away, run away! (<-- in a Monty Python voice, lol) You did get a lovely hot air balloon photo, but I'm with you - give me those peaceful fields of gold any day! I especially love the third photo from the bottom, it's put the Sting song in my head (which I don't mind at all). :-)
Well, these are just Beautiful!
Fields of gold indeed.
Anytime I'd want a hot air balloon pic, they take off every day from the grounds of my campus.
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