Sounds satisfying. I used to love living near Bath in the UK with all the balloons going past - the chsssh sound they make when they get close on a summer's night. I vaguely remember there was something about having to buy teh farmer a whiskey if they landed in his field.

I can't help thinking of the Ian McEwan book 'Everlasting Love' or something like that? That starts off with these people watching a guy fall out of one - eek. I went up in one once as my uncle used to fly them. Scarey as. Wouldn't do it again. Way to crazy flimsy for me!