Or, flying before Ryan Air and security checks came and ruined the whole thing.
“The illuminated dials of Westminster clock were like two dull moons,” he wrote, while Commercial Road “appeared like a line of brilliant fire”. The closest comparison, he thought, was the Milky Way on a clear dark night. “The field of view appeared covered with gold-dust, to be possessed of the power to see those minute spots of light as brilliant stars.”
“A flood of strong sunlight burst upon us with a beautiful blue sky without a cloud, and beneath us lay a magnificent sea of clouds, its surface varied with endless hills, hillocks, and mountain chains, and with many snow-white tufts rising from it.”
http://www.bbc.com/future/story/20160419-the-victorians-who-flew-as-high-as-jets
Heh. Yesterday, driving east, just past sunrise, the road went over the top of a hill (around 2100m), and then descended into an old sea bottom (eastern New Mexico == Barsoom). I was a couple hundred feet above a cloud layer that just covered this wide, flat area, until the next ridge broke through. BEAUTIFUL!
ReplyDeleteI've seen all that and I can still envy those that were in that basket.
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We have a balloon festival here but have never thought about going for a ride up. Hmm...
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