The weather played very nice on the saturday and on the way back to my parents I was delighted to see a flock (or maybe, like goldfinches, that should be a charm?) of hot air balloons making their serene way above the landscape. I've intended for years to attend Bristol's Balloon Fiesta, but I never have and I'm almost (though not quite) sure I never will. A little clutch like that, floating calmly through the evening blue, makes it feel less important. Even better, I passed a field with a balloon looking ready to launch. I have never seen that before and I was oh so tempted to park up on the verge to wait and watch. However, a sensible if spoilsport part of my mind suggested that it might take ten minutes or it might take two hours for all I could tell, so sadly I passed up the opportunity. Another time, maybe? You never know.
And that's the end of a little stretch of busy-ness, with two print exhibitions now finished and Leeds and Bristol book fairs over. However, the next book fair is already on the horizon - a new one, at the Baltic in mid-June. Gemma and I are sharing a table for that one - it should be fun.