With trepidation I decided we'd risk the balloon fiesta last night. Memories of past event... Sitting in traffic for 2 hours trying to go the mere 6 miles back home made me wary. But I love the glow. It's so pretty and special and I always feel I should support the festival, with it being on my doorstep.
The traffic was bad getting in... But I know of this field just by the gates that''s a fiver to park all day. You can even leave and go back in. It's run by lovely people, always got spaces and away from the queues. Perfect.
The event was very busy. So many people packed in there. Not an inch to sit. We walked for ages finding a spot to park our bums.
We found this little place in the rough grass next to Gay Ballooners Monthly, who wrestled most of the evening... First all of them, then one on one. I did request a touch of naked wresting at one point but it fell on deaf ears.
There was even a London Bus there... Made me think of a certain Blogger mate of mine.
There were masses of Army and Navy exhibits for some odd reason. Maybe they want the entire population of Bristol to sign up? This is my darling Spring with his pint of shandy in front of a large gun. He's a lover not a fighter.
The Balloons were very pretty, very hot and bright. It was Spanish night as the event was sponsored by Harvey's Orange. So naturally we had music by Kylie and Ricky Martin as they are typically Spanish.
We left before the fireworks. A shame but my worry about the queues made it inevitable. We got directed out of the field and up and away from Bristol. I did consider turning around and going back into Bristol but thoughts of that awful year flooded back and we headed for the Motorway and did a huge circle round Bristol. It took 40 minutes to get home. On the way back the radio announced traffic chaos and people stuck in the official car park for hours.
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