Wednesday, 19 May 2010

Things one sees from a West End window

Yup, that IS a hot air balloon floating behind the BT tower!
Spotted by Erbie at 5.45am this morning.

W1 views - kitchen window
Posted by westendmum at 06:22
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Fabhat said...

I know small children love to spot forms of transport (bus, train, car etc.) but spotting a hot air balloon must be a real coup!

19 May 2010 at 22:22

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