The time was 1-ish on the morning of the 4th July 2008. The hours of relative darkness were crawling by. It’s strange how when you’re asleep the time appears to go quickly, and yet when sleep is proving illusive the minutes seem like hours.
It was a clear and tranquil night through the undrawn curtains. And then I saw it! A bright flashing light hung motionless in the darkness away to the south. It seemed about 4 miles away and low in the sky. After deciding that it definitely wasn’t a star, I reached for my specs and sat up in bed. Now I had a better view, but not good enough.
I felt strangely drawn to the window. I tiptoed out of bed so as not to disturb the rest of the household and stood peering out towards the Shropshire hills. The light retained its stillness. It alternated between red and white, pulsating at a slow and definite pace. Red, white, red, white...
I can’t be sure how long I stood transfixed to the spot, but eventually the UFO, for that’s what it certainly was (however UFO is defined), began moving slowly into the distance, maintaining the same monotonous flashing. I watched with a sense of awe as it slowly disappeared.
We get lots of aircraft locally, anything from helicopters to micro-lites, hot air balloons to air liners (which are usually so high up that they are a but a speck to the human eye), but all these earthly inventions make one thing in common that my UFO certainly didn’t make and that was noise! As it hovered in the still night air and flew off into the distance it was as silent as the proverbial grave.
Make of it what you will fellow ramblers!
Speak soon!
The Bumpkin Rambler xx
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