Jules Stevens

This is a story of a true event which happened in a little village in Sussex whilst driving home from work (I looked after an elderly lady).
After shutting her kitchen door, the security light came on, which was an asset when it was dark. But this particular evening it wasn’t dark at all, and as I sat in my car outside I looked right and saw what appeared to be a balloon: a very large balloon with a smaller balloon on top. I sat there wondering and saw them seem to attempt to push open a gate leading into a field and then carry on bumbling along down a lane towards me…