This lockdown has made me think of all those days in the past, days of fun and freedom.
Days where I daydreamed so much more than I do now.
But this was a strange memory, from a time of great uncertainty, a painful time when fate had dealt us a blow that we would all need time to recover from.
Due to those unfortunate circumstances, we came to rest in a static caravan in the south of England. We didn’t have any money and couldn’t imagine life getting any better, not in our lifetime anyway.
But the peaceful countryside began to work a miracle and before too long, we relaxed and began to enjoy our retreat.
We were surrounded by green fields and visited by sheep, deer and invisible but rather noisy wildlife, but on one magical sunny day, something happened.
I was pottering in the little garden that surrounded the caravan, when I heard what sounded like a rather large creature breathing heavily.
The sound was loud and filled the air, but what was making it?
My mind conjured up images of a magical dragon, and I searched the sky, only to be disappointed. The breathing seemed to be getting much louder and faster. The excitement was overwhelming.
Something made me turn around and coming straight at me was this huge brightly coloured hot air balloon.
I had never been this close to one before, usually, they were too high in the sky to see properly.
This one was so low, low enough to touch the roof of the caravan. I watched, mesmerised, as the enormous balloon skimmed over the top of the caravan and slowly came to land in the field in front of me.
In my mind’s eye, the dragon had been wounded, crashed to earth. Deflated, it lay strewn over the grass like a pile of coloured rags…
I didn’t own a camera back then, but I found a video on Youtube so you can picture what I was seeing. (kinda backwards, if you know what I mean!