I am giving this account on behalf of my father, who sadly passed away some years ago, this incident stayed with him for years, I was a small child at the time, but I can still remember the day clearly, and I remember the effect it had on my father who was not a man I had ever seen scared:
In was back in the 70’s we had been out for the day and it was on the return journey he saw it. We were driving our usual route and well it all happened driving up Carrick Hills just few miles outside Maybole Ayrshire. We were on the top road coming back from Ayr. My Dad was driving and my Mam was in the passenger seat, us kids in the back bored stiff, ready to be home, he was almost home and he cut over the hills to go on to the bottom road.