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In 1913 <strong>Reid</strong> wrote a series of articles on his ballooning exploits which had been hinted at in articles and his<br />

obituaries. They were written years after the events by <strong>Reid</strong>, so it remains to be seen how much of it is accurate<br />

and how much is <strong>Reid</strong> being a raconteur. His first balloon ascent came about after he made the acquaintance of<br />

the self-styled ‘Professor’ Thomas Lythgoe, an experienced aeronaut. 14 One evening he was chatting to Lythgoe<br />

over a pipe when he was asked ‘Ever been down in a diving bell?’ <strong>Reid</strong> replied that he had. Lythgoe then wondered<br />

if <strong>Reid</strong> had ever been up in a balloon. <strong>Reid</strong> had not, so Lythgoe offered to ‘arrange for a trip from the Crystal<br />

Palace.’ At a subsequent meeting on a Tuesday evening, Lythgoe told <strong>Reid</strong> to meet him at the Crystal Palace<br />

on Saturday at three o’clock in the afternoon when they would make an ascent with another balloonist named<br />

Thomas Wright. <strong>Reid</strong> told nobody about his forthcoming adventure and spent the rest of the week wondering if he<br />

would be alive the following week.<br />

Dark clouds began to appear shortly before the balloon was due to take off, so the three intrepid men got into<br />

the balloon car and took off before the rain made their balloon wet and heavy. <strong>Reid</strong> remembered:<br />

The world seemed to drop down from us. I felt no motion at all. It was not long before a dark cloud<br />

came all around us, then the cloud went down, and we were in the light again with the blue sky over our<br />

heads. But all at once there was a flash of lightning and a clap of thunder, and I began to think. I said<br />

to Mr Lythgoe ‘What’s that?’ He replied ‘Oh, that’s nothing.’ I said ‘You call that nothing.’ He replied<br />

‘Let the lightning flash and the thunder roar, it won’t hurt us as we are not attached to the earth.’ And<br />

it didn’t, or I should not be writing this now.<br />

A balloon ascent from the Crystal Palace. From Travels in the Air by James Glaisher (1871)<br />

<strong>Reid</strong> had been seated in the car<br />

and when he stood up he saw the<br />

dark storm clouds beneath him and<br />

a clear blue sky above. It was ‘one<br />

of the grandest panoramic views<br />

that I have ever seen.’ The Crystal<br />

Palace looked like ‘a little glass<br />

house standing on a carpet,’ while<br />

the River Thames resembled a<br />

narrow ditch. All pre-flight nerves<br />

disappeared as <strong>Reid</strong> marvelled at<br />

the splendour of the view and he<br />

felt completely safe and calm.<br />

The balloon was nearly two miles<br />

high and <strong>Reid</strong> was now thoroughly<br />

enjoying himself. The dizzying<br />

heights were ‘a nice place to live<br />

in, no tax collectors, nothing to<br />

upset the mind.’<br />

They were now floating over Gravesend. <strong>Reid</strong> mused:<br />

Why it looks to me like a lot of red bricks thrown into a field. Then I began to think – there are<br />

thousands of houses down there, and thousands and thousands of people, some walk about as if the<br />

world belong to them only; some that will sometimes condescend to speak to you under circumstances<br />

to suit themselves only; others that work hard to live, yet I cannot see one, then what am I when I am<br />

down there, nothing, not so much as a grain of sand. I think that if there is anything to take the pride<br />

out of anyone it is being up in a balloon. It teaches that the world can go on very well without us, and<br />

perhaps better, and whenever anyone tells you all about what is up here, that has never been, well to<br />

put it in a mild form, you can look at them and think. I have never heard the angels sing yet, and I have<br />

made many balloon ascents in my time. 15<br />

14 Thomas Lythgoe worked as a meter inspector to the Metropolitan Gas Company, retiring in 1885 to become landlord of the Duke<br />

Inn at St Albans. He later took over the Old Oak Inn in Hertford where he died in 1893 aged 61. He made 405 ascents over 43 years.<br />

(Hertfordshire Mercury, 1 April 1893). <strong>Reid</strong>’s memory was working reasonably well on this matter some twenty years later. He<br />

wrote that ‘After he [Lythgoe] gave up ballooning he kept ‘The Old Oak Hotel’ at Hertford, where he died a natural death.’<br />

However, <strong>Reid</strong> asserted that Lythgoe had made over 500 ascents. (Whitstable Times, 11 January 1913).<br />

15 Whitstable Times, 11 January 1913.<br />

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