LOUDER THAN BOMBS
Yesterday was the day that Mrs Backroads had her Balloon Race. She's been hassling the villagers for weeks trying to get them to buy a balloon. Most did. They're scared of Mrs Backroads. As am I. A bit.
Anyway, after the under 10s disco at the Village Hall, (not me on the wheels of steel this time and obviously not as good), it was time to set the balloons off on their merry way.
We await the return of all the little labels from maybe Belarus or Batley.