Accounts from the long running habituation’s that appear across the UK. Some people have been communicating and interacting with our Forest Friends for Decades. For some it is from childhood, others when they moved into a new property with ongoing activity. These are the Journals each person writes.
In a Loch far away in the North of Scotland a leading UK researcher took the chance of a break to camp wild alongside the Lochon there to enjoy the river and forests, little did he know that in the forested land beyond the trees lies a small cottage where a giant visits from time to time. I didn’t tell the researcher what wonders abound in the area. And the current exclusion due to the landowner. On the 20th of June he contacted me and reported that late in the night he had heard grunts and loud noises coming from within the trees. I then explained what I knew of the area and what had happened there to him and we both said “now wouldn’t it be strange if Isabella had action and heard the grunts too? Not daring to think it could be true.
Now Isabella hasnt been in touch for awhile as all has been quiet since the New Year, so can you imagine my delight when I go to my email and find a message waiting there for me. I think once again two worlds collided in sequence without the knowledge of either party. Whilst one hears the grunts of a clan, the other is left a gift of thanks. How many of us are within a few feet of our hairy friends without ever realising it
Isabella here from the high hills of Scotland where we’ve been stranded with snow and ice like much of the rest of the country this winter. This will be a short journal – but I think a very significant one.
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Isabella here from the high hills of Scotland. I thought I’d try to provide another update as winter closes in.
The local shoot has been in the fields every day since last week – except in the pouring rain when they had to stay by the fire. So it’s not a time for Bigfoot – or me for that matter – to be out and about. The biggest news from this site is that the landowner in our area, [who had his fences torn down if you recall], has apparently decided it was a fluke or random vandalism and is replacing them all. I can only predict that next March they’ll be gone again when the clan demand their territory and the right to roam once more. I suppose we’ll see who wins out. But I know who I’m betting on anyway.
Meanwhile, I thought I’d report on an encounter with a fleeing herd of red deer that happened last spring and might interest your listeners. First, it’s important to say that in this area, we seldom come across the stags. They seem to inhabit the loftiest areas. The hinds are regular visitors in the lower hills though. We see them and their young all the time, a few here and there and mostly at night.
This is Isabella from the far north, somewhere in Scotland where, if you recall, it appears a family of Bigfoot have become habituated to a locality near my home. For more than a year I’ve observed what I can of their presence, after the alpha male of this clan appeared on the hill above my cottage, making himself known for reasons I’m still trying to figure out.
As you know, it’s become clear that his clan communicate — generally undetected — through bird calls. And what I thought an unusual presence of a huge band of owls in the woods next to my home is actually bigfoot conversing on their travels between the mountains beyond and the river below. And he watches me as well, having made a hidey-hole in the rhododendron shrubbery over the lane, where he can see me at the dining table as I write. It even seems that this bigfoot throws primitive woven stick-toys into the garden for my dog.
I was in contact today with a lovely lady who I shall refer to as Isabella, before I continue I would like to keep Isabella’s identity and area a secret, as the account unfolds you will no doubt understand why.
The witness herself was happy to be named, but we both decided in the interest of our Forest Friends Anonymity was probably the best route to take. I can’t thank Isabella enough for allowing me to share this moving and inspiring account with you all.