Above the Clouds

When I was a child we used to go to Switzerland every summer to stay near where my mother was brought up. We've just spent the Vacances de la Toussaint there, a lovely week of walks, picnics, thermal baths, very little Internet, all wrapped in comforting layer of nostalgia. 

One day we met up with friends and family and had a picnic where we barbecued sausages on an open fire, roasted marshmallows, drank wine, ate cake all in glorious sunshine with an utterly spectacular view.

Thus.

As we were sipping on our tumblers of wine a hot air balloon suddenly emerged from the clouds.

Our afternoon was so soothing for the soul. Bliss.