Hamsterly Forest is a large forested area in the North East of England around 2000 hectares of mixed scenic woodland lying between the Wear and Tees valleys on the edge of the North Pennines Area of Outstanding Natural Beauty. Fed by a number of Rivers Hamsterley is a delightful oasis of broadleaved and coniferous woodland, sprawling along the sides of a sheltered valley. It seems the vast forest is home to more than just the usual wild life.
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Witness statement Emma Adam: I want to report something that happened to me and my sister a few years ago now back in 2013. We still don’t know to this day what we saw, I dont have a name for it and nothing on Google is matching up with it, someone said it could be red deer as they will stand on two feet but this was no deer. We were driving along Limby Hall lane in Swannington in Leicestershire this is just past the Grace Dieu Priory area and we decided on this route as it was new for us and we wanted to walk the dogs somewhere different for a change, my sister lived in Eastwood Nottingham at the time so she came over and slept the night at mine in Whitwick. We were out on the lane and it was getting darkish but there was still plenty enough light to walk our two dogs, I would say it was roughly around Feb and about 10/11 pm time. My sister was the driver and I was the passenger and our dogs were in the back.
Drawing you back to the land
Connecting with forest and sea
When consciousness needs to expand
Then you’ll come to a knowing of me
Guardians of mountain and range
Wooded valleys and soft moorland slope
When you find me your life it will change
If you see me then you are our hope
Each tribe now protecting our earth
Every clan taking care of their part
I’m ancient, and you but a child
But together we share the same heart
You are chosen as helper you see
If I cross your path somehow one day
In vision, in signs or in dreams
I have always been, and here I stay.
It has become almost an accepted phenomenon right across North America – but now a man has reported that he saw a Bigfoot-like creature walking in a field just ten miles from Bristol. The eye-witness said he was on a train from Exeter to Bristol Temple Meads, which was approaching the city on a bright Friday morning in November last year, when he saw a massive creature taking huge strides along a hedgerow. The report was made to the British Bigfoot Sightings group – a team of researchers based around the country who collect and investigate sightings of upright hairy ape-like creatures in this country.
Myself along with Chris Turner, Darren Howe, and Rob Leigh visited the areas of the Sightings and a number of Forested Areas along the River Tay, Before travelling North to visit Isabella at her habituation site. It was a very long drive North but worth every hour just to see not only Isabella and thank her for sharing her wonderful Journals with me, but also to see the site and to walk where our Forest Friends have walked. There are not words to describe how beautiful this area was, and how easy it would be to hide away unseen in any number of thick forested areas, streams, brooks and burns abound with multiple food sources and wildlife. Travelling South back to our base camp we visited a number of the woodlands to see how diverse they were and we were not disappointed. There were many Hares running the roads and lanes, along with Deer and Pheasant, Grouse, Geese, Boar, Squirrels and Pine Martens to name just a few, along with well stocked Rivers and Lochs, High Mountain ranges and rich deep Valleys it is no wonder this area is one of the oldest areas in the UK to have Lore and written accounts of our Wild Folk. We continued South along the Green Corridor in to the Lake District and the sighting areas there.
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I believe we share a couple of common denominators.
One is Dominic Campion who is a long time great friend and the other being the extraordinary and fascinating interest in the hairy man, Woodwose, Bigfoot etc.
I’m not one for shooting my mouth off, or to exploit or take advantage of a situation or even abuse artistic licence that no doubt we’ve both and many more have witnessed and seen over the years. But now after approx 6 years I think I’m confident enough to share my experience or should I say experiences without being judged or ridiculed which is the main reason I’ve kept quiet for so long. It was only by chance that I actually opened up to Dominic in the first place. This only came about after Dom had in April 2017 posted trail cam footage of a deer close to his home on Facebook. I left a comment referring to him searching for Sasquatch in that area and the rest is history as they say. To find out that one of my best mates was and is into the whole concept of the existence a large bipedal hominid roaming our earth was a major relief to me. I’ve always believed ever since watching the famous Patterson Gimlin footage way back when. But to actually think of the possibility of ‘some…..thing’ living on our shores is mind blowing and never ever really crossed my mind until my two encounters.
Before I recount a second hand story, I’ll give you some background on myself.
I’m new to this subject after being drawn in by videos on You Tube and on channels like ‘impossible visits’ and ‘sasquatch chronicles’. Something of a personal interest to me are the stick and tree structures as I am a tree surgeon by profession, but not just because of my work. I have also spent many months camping and working in woodland areas when I was younger, so I would consider myself a good judge of what may or may not be ‘natural. Im used to weather damage in the woods and natural rot and disease.
These are a collection of Accounts from the Ben Nevis Mountain range. An area with multiple accounts, far too many to mention here. If you would like to view more of them visit British Bigfoot and other Creatures Map
Footsteps in the Night
Some years ago now myself and my friends decided to do a wild camp at the campsite at the foot of Ben Nevis and walk the mountain the next day spending the following night sleeping rough on the mountain, which I thought would be a nice little adventure and give us something to talk about for years to come. Our first night’s camp was pretty uneventful. The second night things changed!!!
Sleeping in a damp cold bivvy is not at all pleasant. I did finally drop off to sleep but I woke up for some unknown reason in the middle of the night. As I lay awake I could hear footsteps walking round us. At first I was quite interested in this, as I thought an animal of some description had paid us a visit. But as time went on I began to realise this was definitely a two legged creature, with quite purposeful steps. The footsteps, by now, were really close – only a couple of feet away, and I started to get the chills and had a massive fear come over me from nowhere, I was on high alert instantley.
Given my colleagues were also only a couple of feet away, I had no real reason to worry as they (apart from anything else) are big and very strong. Eventually I calmed myself and drifted off to sleep. I remember waking up at around 0:600 hrs with ice covering the outside of the bivvy. I decided to pack everything up and walk to the campsite for a well deserved lovely hot shower.
The other two eventually packed up their equipment and followed me down the mountain. Dean complained heavily about my kicking him in the head as his bivvy was on the ground at my feet? Simon complete with smoking jacket and cravat said he slept like a baby. I only briefly thought in passing about the footsteps creeping round us during the night, but put it down to being over tired and possibly being awoken in half slumber where dreams can get mixed up with reality and therefore didn’t feel it necessary to tell the others.
Having got ourselves nice and clean with warm dry clothes it was time to make our way back south. The drive was, as usual, monotonous, especially when we arrived at the M6 motorway. By then we had run out of things to talk about until Dean said “did you hear any footsteps walking round us last night?” and at this point I realised I hadn’t dreamt it after all.
We discussed this for a while and none of us could explain it, Simon simply did not hear it as he slept right through and Dean, to this day, has never given it much thought. I still have no idea what it was, and, as this was some years ago, will never know, only that it was a strange experience.
We had a safe journey home and true to his word Dean has never walked up a mountain again. For my part, it was something I wouldn’t have missed for the world and I look back on that little adventure with such fond memories. I still have the bivvy bag and have not slept in it since, simply because the opportunity hasn’t arisen. Simon given he didn’t hear the footsteps has not given it a second thought. Writing this I still get the chills about who, or what, it may have been.
Box Hill is a summit of the North Downs in Surrey, approximately 19 miles south-west of London. The hill takes its name from the ancient box woodland found on the steepest west-facing chalk slopes overlooking the River Mole. The western part of the hill is owned and managed by the National Trust, whilst the village of Box Hill lies on higher ground to the east. The highest point is Betchworth Clumps at 735 ft. Box Hill lies within the Surrey Hills Area of Outstanding Natural Beauty and forms part of the Mole Gap to Reigate Escarpment Site of Special Scientific Interest. The north- and south-facing slopes support an area of chalk downland, noted for its orchids and other rare plant species.