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Reflection - January 1999
After having some friends over for the weekend, I offered to drive them
back to their homes and, after dropping one off in Plough Lane,
Christleton, I then headed back towards the crossroads, by The Plough
Inn. I noticed an object in the sky and promptly slowed the car down and
pointed it out to David. At the crossroads I saw a lay-by on the road
ahead and after checking the road across, as well as the sky, I parked
the car off-road and we got out.
The clear azure sky of a warm summer's evening contrasted with the
metallic object as it continued to move silently in a northerly
direction. My impression of shape was that its sphericalness was
somewhat between an airship and a cigar. Size was difficult to gauge,
due to the lack of markings, windows or extraneous objects and the clear
blue sky, but I venture that if I saw the Firestone airship from 10
miles away, it would be smaller than that which I saw that day. While I
described the sky as clear, there was one little puff of cloud, out to
the right, about four times the size of the object and we were amazed
when the object arrived, entered and disappeared.
From first sighting to disappearance was probably in the order of two
minutes and my logic says that anything observed at a constant speed in
a constant direction will continue on its given path, we waited, a chap
walking past with his dog must have wondered what we were up to,
standing there looking at a cloud so intensely. Stunned at what we had
just seen we eventually gave up and I took David home where we excitedly
recounted our experiences to David's family. After a calming cup of tea,
I made my way home, scanning the darkened sky.
After parking the car I eagerly entered the house, only to find that
Sylvia had gone to bed, unusual thought I but determined to disturb her
sleep as I called up and climbed the stairs. Half way up I realised that
she was telling me something excitedly and I ceased my ramblings.
Frustration turned to incredulity as she told me her story.
While it was a lovely old house it suffered from having the front door
open directly into the living room and, through the small glass
partition in the door, Sylvia noticed a strong red glow. Concerned that
the pub across the road was on fire, Sylvia got up to see what was going
on. She was relieved that the glow was further away, probably outside
the village and that it wasn't a fire but rather concerned that she
didn't know what it was.
I asked Sylvia tonight for her recollection and she described the glow
as being like the smoky haze above a bonfire, but bright red. Not being
very easy with strange stuff, Sylvia stopped looking when the glow
started moving and was more than startled when she saw the (or a) glow
as she hurriedly closed the curtains of the back bedroom.
Whether connected by a common source or by separate entities, I really
don't know, but the coincidence of us both experiencing a happening of
such strangeness leads me to wonder a lot, especially as I look up at
the sky above.
and there's more...
On the Monday, at my fathers suggestion, I phoned the local police and
the local press, to see if they could explain what we had seen but no
other reports had been logged. The realities of life intruded and I set
out to do some work. I had to call at one of the dealers that we
sub-contracted for and unabashed by probable ridicule, I had to recount
the previous days experiences. I was well surprised when one of the
engineers started asking about the timing of my sighting and explained
that he had had to stop his car on the Chester by-pass (a couple of
miles from the Plough Lane crossroads) as he and his wife watched a
strange metallic object in the sky until it went out of sight.
I am satisfied that something was out there
that night that defies conventional wisdom as much as my encounter with
Spiritualism does.
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