Edmund Reid
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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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