A Lady contacted me through Facebook and she shared her story about a strange animal she encountered whilst out walking the dog.
Witness Account: In the early 1990’s I rented part of a large house in the Costwolds in the vicinity of Meon Hill. The house was surrounded by private land and farmland and it afforded me the opportunity to walk my dogs wherever I wanted for as long as I wanted without seeing another soul.
One day I had not long left the house and passed from a mown field into a wild overgrown one when I had an overwhelming feeling that something or someone else was nearby. I stopped and my dogs ran on ahead. I scanned all around me and saw nothing, but such was the feeling of not being alone that I persisted and finally looked further afield to see a gingery head and shoulders just above the long grass.
Continue reading The Golden Dog Like Creature, The Mickleton Hooter and the Bellhowja Goblin
This is one of the first accounts I found when I joined the early British Bigfoot Research Team with Adam Bird. Back then the accounts were so rare we had hardly any new ones coming in, they were very few and far between, it does show just how far things have moved in the last six years alone. Now it seems as if we dont go a week without a new account coming in.
Kerry P: I wish to report something that I saw when I was driving close to Nottingham a few nights ago. I know you don’t have Sherwood Forest on your web page but I didn’t know who else to contact, there isn’t anyone else I feel I can speak to or who would believe me. Im a normal everyday Woman and I travel this road often and I saw something that I can not quite believe.
Continue reading Sherwood Forest Father and Son Wildman Account 2012
I was chatting with Nik Hayes who has a wonderful website Quest for the invisible s Nik had a very strange experience with something he could hear, but could not see in the Lye Valley, that was shadowing him as he walked alone at night, just on Dusk. Here is Nik’s account in his own words.
I was living in the area at the time, down at Wood Farm, and myself and my then partner would often visit the woods at night. We used to go down there all the time, late at night together and we often saw orbs of light moving above the river, as well as through the wooded area, although we never experienced anything as scary as my encounter that evening when I was walking down to Cowley for band practise. It was in 1997 and I am still trying to come to terms with it to this day.
In 1997 I experienced somthing that still puzzles me. I was running a bit late for a band practise at my mates house down in Cowley (Oxford) The journey involved getting a bus down to the bottom of Cowley Road, then walking quite a distance to his house, (roughly a forty minute journey) I would sometimes walk down to his house through a nature reserve called the Lye Valley, which was a nice walk during the daytime, and I could get to my mates house in about twenty five minutes, and save the bus fare and get in a walk. There is a Brook running through this area called The Boundary Brook, and also a golf course and another nature area to the East.
Continue reading The Invisible Ones. One mans experience in the Lye Valley. 1997
I was lucky enough last month to receive a comment from George Prices Daughter and I instantly wanted to not only pass on my thanks but also share her Fathers Account. For a serving soldier to make a statement that he saw a wild hairy human type creature whilst on exercise is not something we come across very often, it must of made a great deal of impact on Mr Price and I for one am very grateful he came forward and went on the record. It has made it easier for a number of other witnesses from the armed forces to come forward with their accounts also. Salisbury Plain is an old and ancient site set in the downs. Chalk based and almost flat, the area is not well forested but it does have a small pocket of woods and the River Avon runs close by and also the River Wylye
Continue reading Grovely Wood, Woodwoose/Bigfoot/chimera Multiple Accounts 1877 to 2013
In Sir Walter Scott’s ‘Letters on Demonology and Witchcraft to J.G. Lockhart esq.’, Letter 5, we find an extract from the ‘Confession of Bessie Dunlop the famous Witch of Dalry burned at the stake in 1576’ which gives us a clue as to how woodland spirits were viewed by many in the Christian World of the Sixteenth Century:‘ She further confessed that one day while she passed through Grange Muir she lay down in a fit of sickness, and that a green man came to her, and said if she would be faithful he would do her good. In reply she charged him, in the name of God and by the law he lived upon, if he came for her soul’s good to tell her his errand. On this the green man departed. But he afterwards appeared to her with many men and women with him, and against her will she was obliged to pass with them farther than she could tell, with piping, mirth and good cheer; also that she accompanied them into Lothian, where she saw puncheons of wine with tasses or drinking-cups. She declared that when she told of these things she was sorely tormented, and received a blow that took away the power of her left side, and left on it an ugly mark which had no feeling.’
Continue reading Poor Bessie Dunlop the Witch of Dalry. Burned for seeing a Greenman in 1576
“The man who never alters his opinion is like standing water, and breeds reptiles of the mind.”
― William Blake
Very wise words, and ones I hold dearly, opinions are useful, they make us look at things from another persons point of view, to try and see through the eyes of someone you are not. Like the marathon runner who runs a race, to be told they didn’t by a man in his kitchen 1000 miles away from the race seems absurd I know, but sadly its what many of the witnesses to British Bigfoot are told constantly day in day out. Like the runner himself, the uninformed man’s opinion doesn’t affect the runners race, or his effort and the work he put in, it is merely the opinion of a man who assumed, who feels his thoughts are truer than the feet of the runner on the track?
We all know the old saying “to assume is to make an Ass of U and Me” and this is true, regardless of your theory or opinion, until you stand where a witness stood, on the day that it happened to them, you really have no idea of what they saw. How it affected them in life, and how it changed them as a person. All you have is a guess.
Continue reading What it is like to be a Witness in a “Fortean” World.