Tess dragged Simon with one hand, pushing the stroller with the other. Simon gaped at the balloon-seller, clasping a rainbow-raft of balloons in one white-gloved hand.
“Mummy, I want one.”
“In a minute, Lambkin.”
She needed a quiet spot to change the baby—away from the throng of festival-goers. She squinted toward a shady copse beside a hedgerow.
Simon stomped his foot. “I want a balloon.”
She fished a fiver from her front pocket. “Emma and I will be right there. Come back when you’re done.”
The boy darted off, and Tess finally relaxed as she changed the fussy baby.
Tess squinted toward the crowd.
“MUMMY!” Simon yelled again.
This time, the voice came from higher up. She tilted her head back. Simon. Waving gleefully from the basket of a hot air balloon. His little face grew smaller as it rose above the crowd.
“I got the biggest one!”