On the first day of August, Dally found he was in a strange basket hanging from an even stranger balloon. It was almost ghostly!
The tanned earth and grass green colours of its fabric merged with the bronzing colours of the countryside.
The daylight seemed opaque but there was one bright thing Dally could clearly see ….. “It’s the White Horse of Uffington!” he shouted aloud, now realising he had to have reached Oxfordshire.
And there on the hillside a huge white horse stretched out 110 metres in different direction. It was formed from deep grooves of crushed white chalk and it was over 3,000 years old!