They never cease to fascinate, drifting silenty across a cloudless sky with just the occassional roar of the burners as the pilot, powerless to control direction, just controls the height of his multi-coloured marvel of the skies.

It's not often a balloon wanders over our village, especially with the army airfield just up the road but tonight we were treated to the sight of a balloon glowing orange as the gas burned bright against a cloudless, dusk laden sky drifting directly over the roof of our house and close enough to the ground for us to wave at the passengers as it passed by, landing just two fields away.

I took a few shots (with a camera not at the balloon,) this was the best of the lot.