Fiesta Time!

Mass Launch: Bristol International Balloon Festival 2022. Photo: Stu Young

Sunday 14 August, 2022: As the dawn began to break casting its golden glow across the field at the Ashton Court Estate, the energy also rose as the rapidly increasing crowd and the pilots with their ground crews eagerly awaited launch time. Large fans were placed in front of lengthy heaps of what looked like coloured plastic tarps patiently held open at one end by a person as they slowly and gently filled with air. At the other end, another helper held a long cable attached to the balloon to stabilise it. Fragile looking baskets were tipped on their sides a little way from the fans as they were connected to the envelope. One by one, the 60+ brightly coloured balloons slowly morphed into a more familiar shape standing fat and tall, shoulder to shoulder many sporting logos or designs that only became recognisable when the balloon completely filled. An announcer increased the excitement by drawing our attention to the tall Bristol sign where “Smokey Dave” would either give the go-ahead to fly from the Flight Committee, or stop the proceedings right there and then. An expectant hush fell over the crowd until bright green “go” smoke drifted upwards on the still air. Perfect conditions: no red smoke today.

With no additional fanfare, one balloon from the middle of the pack simply rose quietly and gracefully into the air until it paused for a few minutes at about 100 feet as though waiting for the others to catch up. We cheered and stared up into the air trying to catch the quiet drama on our cell phones. Accompanied by inspiring music over the public address system, the balloons all began lifting into the air in ones, twos, and any number of multiples, slowly drifting away towards the Severn River somewhere off behind the wooded hillside. Soon all were away dotting the sky like enormous coloured bubbles.

The atmosphere of the event was lighthearted and fun-one team in the University of the West (UWE) balloon stayed low traversing the entire field spraying other ground crews with a large water soaker as it went, a skeleton dangling from a safety line. Another crowd favourite, especially with the younger ones, was the Shawn the Sheep balloon that grinned down from its familiar cute black face. The largest balloons lifted huge baskets that could hold a dozen or two people it seemed, while the smallest carried one solitary pilot. It was a surprisingly breathtaking spectacle. But why so compelling and appealing, enough to draw hundreds if not thousands to the park, many of whom left home in the dark way before 6am?

Perhaps with all the advances of modern air travel including greater speeds, power, technological options and distractions for passengers (as well as greater numbers of people crammed onto each plane) and the associated noise, the hot air balloon is a throwback to a simpler age when it wasn’t the destination that counted, but rather how you got there. Quietly drifting at the whim of the wind emitting only an occasional whoosh of burning propane into the vast envelope to stay aloft, the hot air balloon surely must be an antidote to the stresses of our modern fast-paced way of life. Watching them launch en masse so close together and slowly drifting off, there seemed to be a strong camaraderie among those flying; a bond perhaps forged by participating in an age-old tradition that has changed little from a time when air travel was far from the norm and the chances of survival often negligible to say the least.

Hot air balloons have actually been around for longer than you may think. The Chinese first utilised hot air for balloons in the 13th Century, although it’s not known if the balloons carried anyone into the air. However, in 1783 in France, following a pair of successful test flights in a balloon designed by the Montgolfier brothers that carried small farmyard animals as test pilots, the first manned flight took to the skies in the same balloon this time piloted by Jean-François Pilâtre de Rozier and the Marquis d’Arlandes. They covered several miles and were in the air for about 25 minutes. Both humans and farm animals survived their respective flights, although I’m not so sure the animals were willing volunteers. The challenge then as now was to find a material strong enough to hold the hot air and the passengers while still being light enough to fly. Another challenge was how to add more hot air during flight. Today, there are many synthetic materials available and safe, reliable burners usually run off propane making flights longer and the balloons much more entertaining to look at. Despite the changes to materials, the peace and serenity of a hot air balloon ride has changed little in the 239 years since the first manned flight making them popular even in today’s high-tech and fast paced world.  Also, as a slow moving and quiet mode of transport, hot air balloons have a variety of uses including rides for tourists, platforms for parachute jumps, wildlife photography, and more.

The spectacle of any hot air balloon at an event is hugely popular with the public, and any time several balloons congregate the number of attendees increases dramatically. Today, there are hot air balloon festivals around the world attended by thousands of people in places such as Colorado and Santa Fe, USA; Canberra, Australia; Switzerland; Japan; Spain; Italy; and Taiwan to name but a few.

The annual Bristol International Hot Air Balloon Festival was first launched back in 1979 when a small number of balloonists organised the event which boasted 27 balloons. It has grown over the years to one of the biggest gatherings in the world with recent visitors to the 4-day event numbering around 500,000 and with as many as 100 participating balloons. With music, rides and other air spectacles such as powered paragliders, and a vibrant fair, the fiesta is a hugely popular event and brings millions of pounds in revenue to the city every year.

I have to admit that before I saw one up close, I was a little indifferent about ballooning. Yet, judging by the multitude of people sitting near me gaping and pointing (as I was) this past launch day, and my own quite strong emotional reaction to the communal launch, I now believe that most of us are definitely intrigued by these grand, silent, ecologically friendly balloons as they drift above and wonder what it’s like to stand in one of the baskets looking down on the world as it drifts timelessly by.

If you’d like to get involved, visit, or just find out more, here is the official website for next year’s fiesta:

Bristol Balloon Fiesta 2023

See you there-perhaps even riding in one next time!

Image: bbc.co.uk/newsround/62539668

Taking to the skies! Photo: Stu Young

New Beginnings-Stu

I guess I won’t be making a call…

The thing with new beginnings is that it is not just some little things that are new and need a lot of attention to figure out…it is everything. That freedom to choose and the newness that infuses all aspects of life is stimulating and promotes a lot of growth as the individual has to quickly adapt. The smoother the transition, the less growth occurs. For us, the transition from California to England was very stimulating and we have all had to change and adapt in ways we were not expecting. From the very beginning, we had to put plan B or C into effect and be flexible and positive. There were difficult challenges and some very tough moments for sure. More than a few tears flowed, stoked by frustration. Yet, we now have a place to live and are negotiating a new country where rules have recently changed and supports do not quite fit our situation. Each day brings a new triumph; a new accomplishment. We are, in fact, immigrants, and that is particularly strange for me as this is my country of origin. What makes the difference is the people.

It may be a west coast phenomenon, because just as in California, the West Coast of Britain, and Bristol in particular, seems to be filled with kind individuals who are down to earth and willing to help. Returning home after so many years away, I wasn’t sure what to expect, and still don’t really. The future is fluid and mutable right now, while the crystal ball is cloudy. And yet, I am thrilled with the diversity of this city- during our short month here I have come to love hearing multiple languages spoken around me (once, on the bus I heard a type of musical African language, Mandarin, a conversation that sounded Eastern European, and Arabic all spoken loudly and rapidly as I sat and enjoyed the moment). The sights, sounds, and smells of the city flow continually feeling like life is happening. Yes, Bristol can be edgy and a little grungy, yet it is vibrant, colourful, full of life and accepting of the weird and wonderful and I love it. 

The ancient buildings such as cathedrals, mysterious winding cobbled alleyways, tiny crooked churches and remnants of sweeping castle walls protectively cradling a park or a tiny garden, are at odds with new glass edifices with angular lines or shaped like the bow of some gargantuan ship ploughing through a rejuvenated dockland area. Glass office and apartment blocks sprout everywhere. It shouldn’t work, but it does because everywhere at ground level are havens in the form of small pubs, cafes and restaurants, pretty walkways that follow the rivers and canals, greenery sprouting from 800 year old rock walls or as a living roof on a newly built apartment rooftop. The old and craggy blends seamlessly with the new and smooth. Bikes more than cars compete with an army of electric double-decker buses, and zipping around everywhere are electric scooters rented by college students heading for a night out or an executive in a suit cruising down Whiteladies Road to work in the morning. Canal boats still slide up the river and people take time to sit in the park. And presiding over it all is the omnipresent University of Bristol that seems to represent the valued and stoic traditions of the past somehow adapted to enhance rather than take from the embrace of the quickening future. What a place to be.

View of the river and restaurant near our flat
Old and New
Bridge to a popular new area with breweries and even a BBC studio
Showing support at the Pride Parade

Spanning the Divide-Robyn

Sunday Strolls to Clifton Suspension Bridge

Moving- we’ve all done it.  Be it from your childhood home, maybe to your first apartment, perhaps to/from a college dorm room, or even to a new town. For us this recent move is to a new country. And this has definitely not been a boring experience. Since we’ve arrived, one of our favourite sites in Bristol is the Clifton Suspension Bridge. It was designed by Isambard Kingdom Brunel and is seen as a turning point in the history of engineering symbolising a city of original thinkers and independent spirits. As this free-spirited bridge is suspended across the River Avon I find I relate to this connection of being divided and stretched across two places not sure which side I belong to. Especially as we have had to navigate several unexpected barriers since we arrived. Yet each morning we start the day fresh with a cuppa and ready (or not) take on whatever comes next. For us the barriers are inconveniences given our various privileges putting us in our place as we come to terms with the challenges too many immigrants face. Yet the silver lining is how each hiccup has made us appreciate just about everything (since we’ve stumbled with just everything from supermarkets to visas=)

We’ve moved into a great little flat overlooking our new city. Liam started training in a hardcore swim team (even earned a 3rd place at his first swim gala which is just a fancier way of saying swim meet). I’ve met with my stellar university supervisor and helped my family settle in with various trips to Wilko, Poundstretcher, Primark, thrift stores, and TK Maxx. Meggie has been running throughout the city exploring in the earliest hours of the day coming across new smells (not all good) and sights (also a mixed bag) and Stu’s hard at work networking. 100% grateful to be here, 100% aware that we are in over our head and 100% feeling alive as we navigate this together as a family. 

Our new Flat is in the tall building that overlooks the River Avon

Discovering Bristol-Meggie

View from our flat’s windows-many new buildings have living roofs

When wondering about Bristol’s general disposition, think of the word, vibrant. The people, the food, the architecture are all exciting and truly bring meaning to the word. I often visualise my life back in California taking the form of a straight line. I was stuck in the same routine especially during covid. Here in Bristol, in my mind the line shoots up and staggers downward only to sky rocket again. Curiosities and crazy experiences are making life feel like more of an adventure. The scary worries of not being able to find a place to live at the beginning was quickly replaced by the wonderful and startling horizon to horizon view we found ourselves enjoying once we did find an apartment. In Bristol, as I walk down the street I hear a multitude of languages being spoken, some I don’t even know of their origins. The city is rightfully labelled as diverse and forward thinking. Every new thing we learn about in the city makes us fall further in love with our new home. I can’t wait to see what else we will discover in the coming months.

Clifton Suspension Bridge

A Weird Distorted Deja-Vu: Liam

After several hurdles we have finally moved into our new flat. Looking back on these past few weeks it is really interesting how this shift of being in a new country has been. Obviously, the cultures are subtly different as they are with everywhere in the world. Yet living in a new place, these unfamiliar behaviours can go unnoticed until something outside your own brain quietly tells you “that isn’t supposed to be like that”. It’s very strange to have these thoughts and handle these completely new situations. Like the other day I was waiting for the bus as it was late as usual and as I was looking at the views of old churches and the emerald green fields are quite different from the beaches in Goleta. It feels like a weird distorted deja-vu. Everything new has been fun too; it makes one think about how you want to live because you have to work at it as opposed to how it just sort of happens when you are back home in a familiar place in your familiar circle of friends and acquaintances.