Not a balloon

Woke up to a lovely morning and as I was having breakfast Ellen shouted through there was a balloon outside. In my head, I went through the various interpretations of that term. She meant the floaty, filled-with-gas-heated-by-a-fire, basket-full-of-people type of balloon.

It was a little way off but I thought the days blip moment had come. So I got outside and took a few shots. They weren't bad but the ballon was far off. And I wanted a shot of it in the landscape rather than well above it.

No problem. Got the dog organised for a walk and off we went up to the fields for a better shot of the balloon.

Of course, when we got there, the balloon was nowhere to be seen. If I didn't have the earlier shot, I would have wondered whether it had been real. It didn't reappear.

On our way back, a little red from my exertions, I came across this crow. I am sure it was laughing at us.