The first time I visited England, I saw hot air balloons flying over Princess Victoria Park in Bath. They looked magical as they sailed through a bright blue sky, and I told my husband, "I want to do that before I die." The smart man took note, and after we moved to the UK, he bought me a voucher to do just this for one of our wedding anniversaries. However, since we lived in Bristol at that point, not Bath, Bristol was destined to be our departure point. He called Bristol Balloons and set the thing up.
To go as part of a group isn't cheap, but it's a lot more affordable than going it alone. We went as part of a group. Of course, we didn't know any of the other people, but that was fine. We went to the meeting point on a sunny---though, to be fair, freezing---day without knowing what to expect. Everyone was in a good mood, anticipating a cool experience.
Well, a lot of balloons were lifting off on the same day, but Bristol Balloons is fairly distinctly marked. The truck with our basket pulled up onto the grass field, and a gentleman called us around him to give us instructions. We all helped unfurl the balloon, and my husband volunteered to anchor one of the ropes as the balloon then filled up with gas. He said it was like holding onto a wild horse when a big gust of wind rattled it.
At a certain point, we hopped into the basket which was lying on its side. It was pretty snug in our seats, and we held hands as the ropes were untied, and the wind began to drag us up, up, up.
When it was safe, our pilot had us all stand. It was then that we realised the other people in the basket didn't really matter. You're not going to be able to walk around, but you're completely captivated by the view. You don't feel crowded at all. The fire that heats the balloon heated us as well, so we were quite happy and comfortable whenever the pilot tugged on the gas. As Bristol slid beneath us---the Clifton Suspension Bridge below---we passed around a bottle of champagne and toasted the scenery.
Before long the wind took us out of the city and over farmers' fields, the balloons shadow chasing us on the green grass, always just a few feet behind. We waved at sheep and horses. We laughed with the other people in the balloon. We talked about how lovely the West Country of England truly is... one of the most beautiful places on Earth.
When it was time to land again, the pilot picked out a safe field and told us to buckle up. The jolt on the ground was really worse in my mind than it was on my body. We were dragged for a few feet and then stopped.
Interestingly, it was our job to help refold the balloon as we waited for someone to pick us up. Apparently, it's customary to give a farmer a bottle of wine or whiskey when a balloonist lands in his field, so our pilot had this ready. We didn't see this courtesy take place though. We left in caravan to drive an hour back to Bristol. It was amazing how far we'd gone "as the crow flies." It was quite an adventure.
Prices for ballooning start at £99 per person. You can visit www.bristolballoons.co.uk for more information. Keep in mind, you're always a bit of a slave to the weather, but if you have the time, I think this experience is definitely worth the money. Especially in the UK. Plus Bristol Balloons has been floating people around England for multiple decades. They know what they are doing, and we felt safe the whole time we were flying with them.
by barbara on February 4, 2009
Bristol Balloons
Coronation Road Bristol BS3 1RN
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