For a special birthday in July, I was given a balloon trip with my husband. This came as a complete surprise! We were very busy in August & September then went away in early October, so we were late booking in.
I was very excited and remembered I had a book Ballooning by C.H.Gibbs-Smith so read up about the history. It was the French who first ‘enclosed a cloud in a bag’! and rose to ‘bestride the lazy-pacing clouds and sail upon the bosom of the air’. Pilatre de Rozier became the first air pilot in 1783; pre history of ballooning goes back to 1513- with Leonardo da Vinci. He apparently made wafer-thin wax figures, filled them with hot air causing them to fly.
The first Channel crossing by air was in 1785 by Jean –Pierre Blanchard, he was according to records ‘a petulant little fellow, not many inches over 5 ft and physically well suited for vapourish regions’. He was determined to be the first man to fly the Channel but behaved very badly, after persuading the American Physician Dr John Jeffries to finance the trip, did everything in his power to prevent him coming too. Even to wearing a lead-lined belt and saying the balloon would not support them both! This failed and they set off together from the Dover Cliffs on January 7th 1785, sounded quite a trip, offloading all their ballast plus other bits and pieces, brandy and all, it became really serious, Blanchard panicked and even threw his trousers overboard!
Well, we booked in with Aerosaurus Balloons four times and had four cancellations. One time even got to the take off site with the balloon at 4pm then a dark cloud descended, there was thunder and it started to rain so the flight was called off. Christmas came, and the new Year and in April we again booked.
It was the most perfect day, not a cloud in the sky as we set off from Swanage at 4.30 in the morning. We saw the sun rise over the hills, lighting Dandelion clocks like a sea of foam on the side of the road. No traffic till we got behind a milk tanker, winding round the leafy lanes, no chance to overtake! We then worried we would get to the take-off destination in time so we phoned the Pilot. We just made it to Sherbourne…..and met the pilot and fellow travellers. A small black balloon is released into the sky to ascertain wind direction and therefore choose the best takeoff site. We were soon bumping along in the truck with the balloon & basket following.
We arrived at the Larmer Tree with Peacocks screeching and the sun warm, a vast expanse of green grass where the passengers, eight in all, were enlisted to help. We stretched the colourful balloon out to its full length. Keeping it wide then creating an opening for the air. It was exciting to see it take shape and rise above the basket. As passengers we were well balanced, two people in each of the four compartments and the Pilot in the centre. Suddenly, with out feeling anything we were airborne and slowly rising over fields of sheep hearing the calls of new born lambs drifting up through the morning air. So quiet, a Saturday morning and the beautiful Dorset country side began to unfold beneath us. Silently we glided over farms and fields, rural sounds, cows on their way for morning milking, cocks crowing, dogs barking.
I remember reading about flying over a wood and the birdsong rising was like a symphony and now we were over woods and could hear the individual birdsong blended together in a wonderful harmony, it was a beautiful experience. Amazing the green of the countryside in its spring apparel and then in the distance fields of yellow. We are so lucky in Dorset to have such stretches of natural land, so quiet and still, broken only by the flare of gas to change direction.
The Pilot produced a bottle of champagne and we all toasted the flight as a camera suspended on straps took the photo. To see the lie of the land from the air was thrilling, even an ancient ring, the contours and escarpments, gentle rise of hills. It was a perfect day, not a cloud in the sky and we could see the shadow of our balloon floating across meadows. It was unbelievable almost an hour had past.
On a previous flight, the pilot told us that one of the passengers announced they were over his parent’s farm, so they phoned on a mobile to see if it was possible to land in their field. It was a good place and that was where we came down. Before the flight we had been taught to brace ourselves in the compartment of the basket but none of that was needed, it was a perfect landing, as we gently touched down completely upright. The Farmer’s wife, son and dog came to greet us as we were all given the task to expel the air from the balloon. Then our pick-up bus came to find the landing place and take us back to base. Here we were issued with flight certificates and could see the photos taken by the suspended camera.
To sum up, it was the most perfect day and when we returned to Swanage, we saw dolphins in the bay!
Just a perfect day,
Sunrise over hills
Through morning mist
Light spills.
Just a perfect day and soon, we are up in our balloon.
Just a perfect day
Without a care
Champagne in the air, it is such fun
Just a perfect day
Warm like the end of May
And later, dolphins in the bay!