Homeland : episode i

So, we found ourselves getting up very, very early one morning, climbing a hill in Bristol thick with mist and dew, exploring through some strange shapes and unfamiliar noises. The sun was low and warm, but the mist was strong and wouldn't leave, so it was we were shrouded as we waited to see what would happen.


A funny land of billowing fabric started churning, like the sea, then these massive balloons grew up out of the grass, swelling with a proud promise of fairy tale adventures.



The sun bounced highlights off wet balloon silk while the mist still veiled the bigger picture, and we waited and watched to see what would happen next. We stood together expectant but disorientated, a fairy tale promise always having been something defined by not being real.


"Passengers in!" called our pilot.

Imagination and reality were struggling to equal out while we waited for the view to clear, obscured as it was by the balloons all around. One by one they started ascending, one by one...


{Today's soundtrack: Lamb - Soft Mistake from Fear of Fours}