B and B…Ballooning & BRISTOL!

Story and photos by Dr. Michael Lim The Travelling Gourmet TM

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The adventurous and audacious Travelling Gourmet TM goes up and away to 2000 feet Above Sea Level in a…

MAJESTIC hot air balloon! It was cool, almost cold. Spring in England is oftentimes cold.

Latitude and longitude coordinates: 51.454514, -2.587910.

I was at Long Aston in the City of Bristol in the West Country… I was waiting to RV (Rendez-vous) with the people from a hot air balloon company. Bristol is the hot air ballooning capital of the United Kingdom. It is a fact that I only knew when I visited this fair city by the sea, which is also a port. There were some other ladies and gentlemen. From observing them I could tell they were somewhat snooty or what Germans call ,,hochnaesig” (high nose or stuck up)…except for two ladies…They were nice and we soon became friends. Sometimes you just know who can be your friends. I like people with good “auras”. Gwynneth or Gwyn for short is the mother of Sian Powell and both are true-blue Bristolians (is there such a word?). After a long wait to gather the troops as it were, we all clambered into Land Rovers to drive from Bristol to Bath. Yes, Bath. The only city in the world that when you leave…you are clean…Wahahahah! Think about it mes amis! It was a long drive…I fell asleep. One learns to sleep anywhere…so that when you need the energy, you have it.

BATH  51.3758° N, 2.3599° W

Royal Victoria Park, a short stroll from the city centre, is a ravishing expanse of green parkland. Originally an arboretum, 57 acres of greenery delights the nature lover.  Dating back to 1829, the park is named after Queen Victoria, who officially opened it in 1830 at the age of 11! I strolled around the park while the Ballooning crew unpacked their balloons and other gear of which there was a lot! It reminded me of my parachuting days as the balloon is also made of high quality nylon and had to be unfolded. Like packing a parachute in reverse order. There were several other balloons being readied for the flight. I realized that Royal Victoria Park was the usual take off point for hot air balloons. All very colourful they were, looking almost like multicooured parrots. Next a large power fan like those used in Hollywood to create the effects  of a storm or gale was used to partly inflate the balloon. Next came the loud and rather fightening orange gas flame from LPG burners. The flames were very close to the nylon material of the balloon and I thought in my mind: If the nylon catches fire, everything will go up in flames! After about 30 to 40 minutes, the hot air filled the BIG balloon and it started to come alive! It was anchored to the ground and the Pilot clled us to board the basket. It was a huge ratten basket divided in to 5 sections. The Pilot in the middle and four separate compartments contained 4 passengers in each section. Altogether 17 of us! Although there were 17 passengers the lift from the hot air was quite powerful and we rose up quite fast more or less straight up. The Pilot spat a lot to check the wind direction. Rather disgusting but he assured us that it was SOP (standard operating procedure). I thought in my mind : >Surely in the 21st Century there must be a better way of checking the wind speed and direction!!!< It was really, really nice. Cooool! Calm, quiet, peaceful…like floating on a magic carpet in Scheherezade’s 1001 Arabian Nights. It was only VERY NOISY when the Pilot turned the handle of the burner to increase the flame so as to get more lift!

Airborne all the way!

Balloon Bristol 20170509_194050_resized

The north-westerly wind brought us from Bath slowly…but surely towards Bristol on the coast. Our Heading was 288 degrees True Bearing. It was not long before we reached our cruising height of 2000 feet. The cows, sheep and horses on the farms and meadows below looked like little toys, literally! Incredible! Visibility was good and I could see other balloons floating in the sky…appearing not to move. The air was cool and it was quite cold but the heart from the flame of the burner kept me warm. The breeze was strong but not gale force…The Spring sun and the blue skies with white cotton candy  fluffy clouds made the hot air balloon flight so amazingly wonderful and memorable. I wished I had a parachute because although accidents are rare…if anything goes badly wrong all 17 of us would plunge to the earth below to…

Well, the good news is I am still here to tell the tale. All too soon, we were nearing Bristol and as we passed over a lake it was only about 600 feet ASL. It was all so amazingly beautiful! Sublime and magical…You must really go up in a hot air balloon to really appreciate the awesome beauty of it all. The scenery, the feelings of freedom and joy…the exhilaration…Mere words do not give it justice….We dropped to 500 feet ASL and I could see some boats and pleasure craft on the Chew Valley Lake.

Balloon Chew Valley 20170509_201915_resized

Actually, one can still parachute and survive from 500 feet or less. In airborne operations in combat on a HOT LZ, paratroopers static line parachute from 200 feet ASL which is bone-breakingly hard.

It was getting dark as the sun started to set…warm orange and pink salmon hues lit the sky with such beautiful psychedelic colours no painter could ever fully capture. The wonder of our awesome Universe filled me with inspiration and joy…

Royal Victoria Park

We skimmed over the large shimmering Chew Valley Lake near the city of Bristol to land with much room to spare…and came in for the landing…

Landing Stations!

I expected something like a parachute landing which can be very hard. People break their legs and ankles routinely when they land by parachute, so I held on very tightly to the rattan of the basket and braced for landing. A bump and some scraping along and we were down in one piece. “Suprisingly gentle!”, I thought happily.

We were all very overjoyed and exuberant after a most happy balloon flight and had taken lots of photos, mostly with our smart cellular phones…but now BAD news.

Murphy’s Law and stoopid people!

The stoooopid crew that were following our balloon by road had immobilized their Land Rover 4 wheel drive by pressing the wrong button or something! IMBECILES! What a bunch of TWITS!!! There was NO back up Land Rover! Another SNAFU and FUBAR. It got cold. Very cold. A freezing wind blew over us as it got darker and darker as it was about 21:39 British Summer Time. We were in a field on a farm…far, far away from anywhere. The Pilot remarked, ‘The owner of the farm is a woman and she doesn’t like Balloons landing in her fields”. Well, hard cheese! We were here and in her field. We had all foolishly clambered out of the basket. A mistake. Exposed to the howling wind and wind chill…it was freezing! There was NO food or drink either. Another SNAFU and FOUL UP! I said to the group sans Pilot, “I feel a rumbly in my tumbly!” There was uproarious and hysterical laughter! Well it is always better to laugh than to cry nicht wahr! The Pilot was furious at his idiot-crew members, but tried hard to hide it and walked far away to the corner of the farmer’s field so we could not hear him scolding them. His body language gave away his anger at their stooopidity. I decided to climb back in the basket as it was warmer. Others followed, even the erstwhile “snooty” people. Gwyn gave me her red soft woolen hat to keep warm which was greatly appreciated and some chocolate too. It was like the scene in the movie “The Pianist” where the Jewish family share a small piece of chocolate praline before being imprisoned in the Nazi Konzentrationslager/Death Camp. I was still famished, but something is always better than nothing. We waited…and waited…and waited…in the darkness, cold hungry and bladders almost bursting. There are no toilets in the basket of a hot air balloon. I thought of a clever and cunning plan. In the Worst case scenario I was going to introduce myself to the lady Farmer and ask her for food, wine and shelter using all my charm and powers of persuasion…


The Pilot had finally got his motley crew of MORONS to get another Land Rover to come pick us up. WE clambered out of the balloon’s basket and walked in the dark a long way to the gravel dirt road where the pilot brought out a bottle of champagne to drink a celebratory toast. It was surreal to drink in the total darkness lit by only the headlamps of the land rover. It was not a very good champagne but what the HELL! As least my thirst was satisfied, if only for a while…Mr. Pilot, if you are reading this, I recommend that you say to the driver who immobilized your Land Rover leaving us high dry with no food and no beverages in a deserted field in the middle of nowhere…a la President Donald Trump, “YOU are FIRED!”

BRISTOL, the city of Bridges, Balloons and Boats!

The farm, our LZ (landing zone) was not far from Bristol and Sian asked the driver, who was probably the retarded twerp who had immobilized the other Land Rover, to drop us near the Angel Inn, which is the oldest Public House in Bristol. I learned to my joy that it was owned by none other than modest and kind Sian Powell, the daughter of charming Gwynneth! Fortune favours the good! We walked from where we were dropped off about 300 meters to arrive at…the salubrious and ancient Angel Inn. Oh Happiness! Warm, cosy, cheery with food and drink! Wahahah! Goodie goodie Yum Yum! Gwynneth and Sian’s hospitality was very much appreciated! Thank you so much Gwynneth and Sian from The Travelling Gourmet TM! The Angel Inn is a really, really nice pub with good food, where you can also stay in-house. The earliest records for this building date back to 1495 when it became the Church House. It was used as a sort of parish hall for meetings and social events, the most important being the ‘Church Ale’. This was held several times a year, whereby church wardens sold food and ale to raise funds for the church, together with merry making, dancing, plays and other fun-filled festivities!

This ancient building gained the name “The Angel Inn” or “The Sign Of The Angel” in 1912. Long Ashton has always been popular with Bristol visitors. It was no different in the 18th Century when young men came to take part in contests to win money or goods, usually a fine beaver hat or a pair of buckskin breeches. The stage would have been set up in the cobbled courtyard, which even today is the scene of many an interesting night, wahahah! The Angel Inn is also a traditional PUB as well as a most excellent B & B, which usually means Bed & Breakfast, and NOT…





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As a renowned Travel, Food & Wine Writer he has travelled the world in a keen & indomitable pursuit of exotic delicacies & fine wines. His articles have been published in over 20 prestigious publications, both local & international. Dr. Lim has toured and trained in Wine Evaluation & Oenology in most of the world's top wine producing areas from France to Australia. The Travelling Gourmet says, "Gastronomy has no frontier. These are the gastronomic voyages of The Travelling Gourmet. My unending mission. To explore strange new cuisines, to seek out new wines and new culinary experiences, to boldly go where no gourmet has gone before...." Have pen, will travel. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopy, recording, or any other information storage & retrieval system, without permission from Dr. Michael Lim The Travelling Gourmet and/or MSN. Material may be works of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents may be true but may also be products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance whatsoever to actual person or persons, either dead or living, events, or locales may be entirely and purely coincidental and unintentional. No part of this website may be used to villify others or for criminal purposes. Interests: Travel, Food, Wines, Cooking, Wine Appreciation, Parachuting, Languages, Music, Reading, Swimming, Hunting, Ballet, Fencing, Archery, Anthropology and more... The Travelling Gourmet is a copyrighted trademark. All rights and photos reserved. No part may be reproduced without permission.
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