It’s Friday! And that means another picture from Madison Woods and another story from me.
Blimps and Balloons
Lying on the grass at the airfield, Billy looked up at the barrage balloon above his head. Of course, it wasn’t a barrage balloon any more. This one was advertising – he squinted through thick glasses – tyres, and carried none of the threat of a barrage balloon. Although raised to keep the city safe, they’d always served as a reminder for him of the dangers inherent in staying in London. But Dad hadn’t let him go to the country with his sisters, so he’d stayed behind and watched the explosive flying beasts above guarding him from explosive falling bombs from France.