The Knavesmire, where York Racecourse is, is just across the road from us. I was walking the dog there last week when the regular hot air balloon company was in action. You can see two on the ground, one nearly ready for take off, and two already in the air. I find it almost impossible to be blase about hot air balloons: we are always excited by them. At home we usually know they are there by the sound of their burners before we see them struggling to gain height over the moor.
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