It was a bright Friday morning in November, I was catching a train from Exeter to Bristol at approximately 11:30 AM. The rush hour had gone at this point and there was probably only 30 to 40 people on the platform when the train rolled in.
The train journey was smooth the sky was bright & sun was shining down, soon we had branched away from the motorway and were between the hills and fields and the forest line.
In my carriage way probably 10 to 12 people most of them with their head in either mobile phones or morning newspapers. I haven’t been on a train for years so I was keen to take in the scenery. About 10 miles from Bristol we were travelling through an area and in the fields to my right I saw something large in the middle of the field walking, it was walking kind of hunched over, and all I could tell you was it was a black figure.