I took these photos way back in September, just as summer was slowly beginning to ebb away from us. Bristol was brand new, and the balloons, which seemed to be a regular feature above our house during warmer weather, were an exciting part of the first few days in our new home.
Each time I spied the colourful balloons on the horizon, I would make a mad dash for my camera, desperate to document the moment as it unfolded. Leaning precariously out of our bedroom window, determined to capture the lighter-than-air craft as it passed overhead, I wondered how long it would be before the novelty wore off.
It’s hard to believe we’ve been here four months now. I’m incredibly happy, but it occurred to me this morning, as I trudged along the damp, grey pavement beneath an overcast sky, that January is January wherever you are. Cold, wet, bleak and seemingly never ending; I loathe it.
Looking back through these pictures gives me hope, hope for balloons and blue skies. I’m not just longing for spring, but sunny days in the city we’ve made our home. 
Love Audrey xxx
I always loved the balloons over Bristol when I was a student there! Just wait for the Balloon Festival in the Summer, it’s amazing!!
I’ve heard so much about it, I can’t wait! Seems like we’ll have a good view from where we are. The nearest main road where we live is actually called Air Balloon Way!
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I still get excited about seeing hot air balloons, and I’ve lived here a while now! Don’t worry, spring and summer will be upon us before you know it (January is almost gone!) and then you’ll get to experience all the ridiculously fun things Bristol has to offer in warmer weather 🙂 x
I can’t wait Lyzi, I’m keeping an eye on your blog for lots of inspiration!
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Dave is a Bristol boy, through and through, and he still gets super-excited about seeing balloons in the sky. I don’t think it ever wears off. Lovely shots, and nice to be reminded about what blue skies look like!
I hope I’m the same then Angela!
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