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Speaker 1: published in the national British newspaper The Times with an
Speaker 1: extraordinary revelation. The letter, sent by an associate of ample
Speaker 1: Fourth Abbey in North Yorkshire, England, gave details of an
Speaker 1: ancient manuscript that had recently been discovered in the abbey's archives.
Speaker 1: The text, dating to around twelve to ninety CE, described
Speaker 1: the various mundignities of the lives of the Benedictine monks
Speaker 1: who were thought to have lived there at the time,
Speaker 1: all fairly predictable, save for one startling detail. Whilst preparing
Speaker 1: food for a feast, it was written that when Henry
Speaker 1: the abbot was about to say grace, John, one of
Speaker 1: the brethren, rushed into the hall, claiming to have seen
Speaker 1: a great portent outside. The monks stepped out together, where
Speaker 1: moments later they witnessed a large, round, silver thing like
Speaker 1: a disk, flying slowly above them. It is a story
Speaker 1: often repeated in the animals of Eufology, right up there
Speaker 1: with Ezekiel's biblical vision of glowing metal in the sky.
Speaker 1: It was, of course a hoax fabricated by two schoolboys
Speaker 1: of Ample Fourth College. As it transpired, there had never
Speaker 1: been an ample Fourth abbey as far back as the
Speaker 1: thirteenth century. In later iterations, to accommodate this minor contrary detail,
Speaker 1: the story was changed, swapping ample fourth for the far
Speaker 1: more ancient and credible location of nearby Violent Abbey. We
Speaker 1: might say that the mutation of such a story is
Speaker 1: evidence of its fictitious origins. And yet, as a species
Speaker 1: of storytellers, we seem naturally predisposed to adapt our stories
Speaker 1: in our endless retelling of them, regardless of their veracity.
Speaker 1: Sometimes it is only in small ways, a slight change
Speaker 1: of detail here or there, but never so much that
Speaker 1: we lose the principal truth of it. Other times they
Speaker 1: can become so reworked we are left to wander, much
Speaker 1: like the Theseus paradox. If any of the original truth
Speaker 1: remains at all, the stories become unmoored, creating realities all
Speaker 1: of their own. It is as though the stories themselves
Speaker 1: are alive, living, organic things to be handled with care,
Speaker 1: which is why it is all the more compelling, particularly
Speaker 1: for those tellers of stories of a fourteen in persuasion,
Speaker 1: when their accounts remain stubbornly resistant to change. You're listening
Speaker 1: to unexplained, and I'm Richard McClane smith. The rain had
Speaker 1: been pummeling down for hours, though most of the children
Speaker 1: had not been put off by the torrent, glad for
Speaker 1: any opportunity to run around outside. Ten year old David
Speaker 1: Davies had always preferred the comfort of the classroom, a
Speaker 1: place to read and work while the wind rattled the
Speaker 1: windows from outside. Aside from the unusually wet weather, it
Speaker 1: had been a fairly average Friday in broad Haven, the
Speaker 1: quaint coastal village overlooking the majesty of Saint Bride's Bay
Speaker 1: on the southwestern edge of Cumrie, also known as the
Speaker 1: Country of Wales. At the local primary school, however, Fridays
Speaker 1: were always tinged with a certain magic, lifted by the
Speaker 1: promise of the approaching weekend. It was the perfect day,
Speaker 1: you might say, for David's friend Philip to concoct the
Speaker 1: story he was just preparing to tell him as he
Speaker 1: burst into the classroom full of excitement, talking wildly, he
Speaker 1: was barely able to get it all out as David
Speaker 1: tried his best to keep up. They had seen something
Speaker 1: at the far end of the playground, he said, some
Speaker 1: kind of vehicle hovering above the ground. Soon others joined
Speaker 1: in who had seen it too. A ufo, said one. No,
Speaker 1: a flying saucer, said another. David listened incredulous as the
Speaker 1: tale grew bigger and bigger. They had watched it for
Speaker 1: thirty minutes, they said. One boy had even seen a
Speaker 1: man in a silver suit with spiked up ears climbing
Speaker 1: out of it. David laughed it away, and, not being
Speaker 1: one to believe such nonsense, resolved to expose the prank
Speaker 1: at the first opportunity. And so it was that, at
Speaker 1: roughly three forty five pm, David found himself making his
Speaker 1: way over the small concreted playground and out into the
Speaker 1: boggy playing fields beyond to where this apparent UFO had
Speaker 1: been seen. The playing area prised of about two acres
Speaker 1: of land, bordered at the back by a small stream
Speaker 1: and pockets of woodland, beyond which the surrounding fields merged
Speaker 1: into a series of soft rolling hills. With the wind
Speaker 1: and rain whipping at his face and his feet becoming
Speaker 1: increasingly sodden, as he approached the perimeter fence, David was
Speaker 1: beginning to wander why he'd bothered to make the journey.
Speaker 1: Stopping at the fence, he stared out into the trees beyond.
Speaker 1: It was only when he'd placed one leg over the
Speaker 1: fence that something in an adjacent field caught his attention,
Speaker 1: and then he saw it. It appeared to be attempting
Speaker 1: to exit the woods, but had become stuck. At roughly
Speaker 1: thirteen meters in length, it was evidently mechanical, but oddly shaped,
Speaker 1: with a central dome and a red pulsating light on
Speaker 1: the top of it. Curiously, there was no sound, But
Speaker 1: what struck David the most was the strange color of it,
Speaker 1: a swirl of soft but vibrant shades like mother of pearl.
Speaker 1: For a moment, he couldn't take his eyes off it,
Speaker 1: But as the craft moved back behind the trees, an
Speaker 1: urge started to grow in his mind. He urge was
Speaker 1: to run. Before he knew it, he was already halfway
Speaker 1: back towards the school, running as if his life depended
Speaker 1: on it. When he returned home that afternoon, David's mother
Speaker 1: was immediately concerned by his distressed state. Quite unsure who
Speaker 1: to contact, but convinced of his story, she placed a
Speaker 1: call to Randall Jones Pew. Pew was a member of
Speaker 1: the British UFO Research Association and well known in the
Speaker 1: local area as something of an expert on the subject.
Speaker 1: Excited by the proximity of this latest apparent sighting, the
Speaker 1: amateur investigator drove immediately to the Davis family home in
Speaker 1: tears Cross to interview David. Not long after, the pair
Speaker 1: was stood at the edge of broad Haven School playground
Speaker 1: as David took him through exactly what he had seen. However,
Speaker 1: with the light fading fast and the rain continuing to
Speaker 1: pelt down, Pew decided to return the next day to
Speaker 1: investigate further. The following morning, Randall returned with local journalist
Speaker 1: Few Turnbull, but found no track marks in the ground
Speaker 1: or any other evidence of a vehicle having recently been
Speaker 1: in the area, until something peculiar caught their eye. A
Speaker 1: wooden telegraph pole close to the area of the apparent sighting,
Speaker 1: listing at a forty five degree angle. The mud at
Speaker 1: its base ripped up from the ground as if it
Speaker 1: had only recently been knocked over that weekend. David, along
Speaker 1: with the thirteen other children who claimed to have witnessed
Speaker 1: the craft, tried their best to come to terms with
Speaker 1: what they had seen, whilst parents did their best to
Speaker 1: reassure them that it had all been a figment of
Speaker 1: their imagination. The school's head teacher, Ralph Llewellyn, had been
Speaker 1: the first adult to hear about the incident, after being
Speaker 1: chased down by one excitable pupil shortly after lunchtime on
Speaker 1: the Friday. Naturally, believing it to have been some kind
Speaker 1: of joke, he had assumed it would all blow over
Speaker 1: by the following Monday. However, when the children returned even
Speaker 1: more adamant that what they had seen had not been
Speaker 1: a mere trick of the mind, Llewellyn was forced to
Speaker 1: think again. Now a little unnerved by their sincerity, he
Speaker 1: invited all fourteen pupils who claimed to have witnessed the
Speaker 1: peculiar event, under exam conditions, to draw for him what
Speaker 1: they had seen. Perhaps it was the therapeutic process of
Speaker 1: putting into pictures what they hadn't quite been able to articulate,
Speaker 1: or merely the sense that they were finally being taken
Speaker 1: seriously that brought a sense of calm to the school
Speaker 1: that morning. But if her teacher Llewellyn was hoping for closure,
Speaker 1: he would be sorely disappointed. That afternoon, a strange atmosphere
Speaker 1: descended on the staff room as one by one, The
Speaker 1: teachers laid out the pictures side by side, despite not
Speaker 1: knowing that they would be asked to draw what they
Speaker 1: had seen and having little to no time to confer
Speaker 1: on the matter. Each of the children's pictures were startlingly similar.
Speaker 1: After Hugh Turnbull's article about the apparent incident was published
Speaker 1: later that day, the town quickly became a center of
Speaker 1: national attention as journalists and news cameras flocked to the area.
Speaker 1: Few took the claim seriously, however, seeing as it was
Speaker 1: after all, based only on the evidence of children, and
Speaker 1: it wasn't long before the teachers and pupils began to
Speaker 1: tire of the attention, With interview requests being increasingly declined.
Speaker 1: The cameras soon left the incident, destined to disappear into
Speaker 1: the mists of the strange but true. But all that
Speaker 1: was about to change. Two weeks later. One broad Haven
Speaker 1: school teacher, standing in the playground around ten thirty am
Speaker 1: had just become aware of a peculiar electrical hum when
Speaker 1: she caught sight of something moving in the distance at
Speaker 1: the far end of the playground. She would later describe
Speaker 1: it as being shaped like a saucer with a slight
Speaker 1: dome and a silvery metallic surface. It wasn't so much
Speaker 1: moving a shimmering behind the trees. Later that day, shortly
Speaker 1: before lunch, two canteen workers, unaware of the earlier sighting,
Speaker 1: also saw something in the exact same spot. They watched
Speaker 1: as it moved up the slope towards the hills before
Speaker 1: disappearing altogether. As they explained their sighting to head teacher
Speaker 1: Llewellyn moments later, they also described a figure of what
Speaker 1: they took to be a man climbing into the vehicle
Speaker 1: before it moved away up the hill. Only this wasn't
Speaker 1: a strange, unidentifiable craft, they thought, but merely an odd
Speaker 1: looking council vehicle, possibly attached to the local sewage works.
Speaker 1: Convinced this was what the children must have seen, the
Speaker 1: cooks determined to put an end to the story once
Speaker 1: and for all, and returned to the location the following morning,
Speaker 1: hoping to at least find some tire marks in the mud,
Speaker 1: but when they got there, they found nothing. The council
Speaker 1: were contacted soon after to try and shed some light
Speaker 1: on the mystery, only to confirm that no trucks or
Speaker 1: any other vehicle had been anywhere near the school in
Speaker 1: the last two weeks. Although he would not go as
Speaker 1: far as to confirm the wildest of speculations, The school's
Speaker 1: head teacher, Ralph Llewelyn, maintained of his young pupils that
Speaker 1: he did not disbelieve they saw something they had never
Speaker 1: seen before. It was certainly a novel series of events
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Speaker 1: sun had already dipped below the horizon by the time
Speaker 1: Pauline set off for the farm house, and with only
Speaker 1: the finest sliver of a waning moon above, darkness would
Speaker 1: soon be upon them. Pauline and her husband, Billy, an
Speaker 1: expert dairy farmer, had moved to the area in nineteen
Speaker 1: seventy four to take over Ripeston Farm, located just four
Speaker 1: kilometers to the southwest of Broadhaven Village. On that night
Speaker 1: in March nineteen seventy seven, Pauline was returning in her
Speaker 1: car from the nearby town Saint Ismael, with her two
Speaker 1: twin daughters beside her in the passenger seat and her
Speaker 1: ten year old son Kieran in the back. They hadn't
Speaker 1: gone far when Kiran first caught sight of something in
Speaker 1: the sky moving towards them. Oval shaped with a luminous quality,
Speaker 1: It appeared to be lit up from below by a soft,
Speaker 1: yellowish night that shone down to the ground. Pauline watched
Speaker 1: with alarm as it drew nearer and nearer, until finally
Speaker 1: it looked as though it might crash right through the windscreen,
Speaker 1: turning sharply into the next road. Pauline watched with relief
Speaker 1: as the light flew straight over the car and off
Speaker 1: into the distance behind. Moments later, Kieran, who had been
Speaker 1: watching it out the back window, gave a sudden cry.
Speaker 1: The light had turned around and headed straight back in
Speaker 1: the direction of their car. Hurry, mummy, it's getting closer,
Speaker 1: he shouted, as Pauline switched the lights to full beam
Speaker 1: and pressed down on the accelerator pedal, trying to keep
Speaker 1: the car steady as they sped down the narrow country roads.
Speaker 1: After finally pulling into the entrance to the farm, Pauline
Speaker 1: was convinced she had lost it until scanning the line
Speaker 1: of trees flanking the road to the right, she saw
Speaker 1: it again, just above the tree tops, as if it
Speaker 1: were deliberately keeping pace with the car. Suddenly, the headlights
Speaker 1: began to flicker and the car's engine sputtered. Pauline banged
Speaker 1: on the dashboard, but it was to no avail. Moments later,
Speaker 1: the children screamed as the lights cut out, plunging them
Speaker 1: into total darkness, followed by the engine completely shutting down.
Speaker 1: When the car eventually rolled to a stop just short
Speaker 1: at the farmhouse, Pauline wrenched the crying and terrified children
Speaker 1: from inside and raced them into the house. Another son, Clinton,
Speaker 1: having heard the commotion, arrived just in time to see
Speaker 1: the strange light flying off toward the coast. Husband Billy,
Speaker 1: who arrived a few seconds later, had seen nothing. While
Speaker 1: Pauline recounted what had happened, Billy jumped into the car
Speaker 1: and turned the key. Head Lights flooded the yard as
Speaker 1: the engine growled into life. Pauline could only look on
Speaker 1: with confusion. Just five minutes drive from Rippeston Farm lies
Speaker 1: the neighboring farm of Lower Broadmoor. Both properties were in
Speaker 1: fact owned by Josephine and Richard Hewison, who lived and
Speaker 1: worked at Lower Broadmoor. It was only ten days after
Speaker 1: the incident with Pauline's car that Josephine awoke one Saturday
Speaker 1: morning to find something peculiar parked up in a paddock
Speaker 1: at the back of her house. Staring at it through
Speaker 1: the bedroom window, Josephine struggled to process the incongruous, bulbous
Speaker 1: structure with its smooth metallic surface, Guessing it to be
Speaker 1: roughly five meters high and twelve meters wide, she watched
Speaker 1: it for a few minutes before running off to wake
Speaker 1: up her sons, but by the time she returned to
Speaker 1: the window, it had gone wandering into the paddock. Shortly afterwards.
Speaker 1: It was hard not to feel a little stupid as
Speaker 1: her sons asked her to explain what she had seen.
Speaker 1: It was only then that one of them noticed that
Speaker 1: their pony was missing. The pony was normally kept fenced
Speaker 1: off in a small field bordering the paddock and a
Speaker 1: nearby greenhouse, rarely straying from this side of the field.
Speaker 1: They found it later that day, wandering about at the
Speaker 1: edge of the adjoining field, half a kilometer away. Three
Speaker 1: weeks later, shortly before six am at Ripston Farm, Billy
Speaker 1: and Clinton herded sixteen heifers into an outside pen in
Speaker 1: preparation for their first milking of the day. Leaving them
Speaker 1: for a moment, Billy and Clinton headed off to switch
Speaker 1: on the milking machines, returning only a few minutes later
Speaker 1: to find that each one of them had vanished. Hurriedly
Speaker 1: checking the gates, they found the more locked, bolted shut,
Speaker 1: with even the twine that Billy used to keep them
Speaker 1: secure still wrapped around them. Hearing the phone ring in
Speaker 1: the house a few minutes later, Billy was amazed to
Speaker 1: find a worker from Lower Broadmoor Farm on the other end,
Speaker 1: inquiring as to what Billy's cows were doing there almost
Speaker 1: two kilometers. The quiet coastal hamlet of Little Haven is
Speaker 1: situated just another few kilometers north of Lower Broadmoor. Its
Speaker 1: pebbled shores and coal seams still visible in the cliff faces,
Speaker 1: a testament to its previous life as a vibrant hub
Speaker 1: for local fishing and coal mining industries that had been
Speaker 1: steadily declining in recent years. When Rosa Granville and her
Speaker 1: husband took over the running of the local Havenfort Hotel
Speaker 1: in the early nineteen seventies, they were well aware of
Speaker 1: its associated history, the talk of a mournful woman in
Speaker 1: white who was said to haunt the building and nearby shoreline.
Speaker 1: But not being one for superstition, Rosa hadn't given it
Speaker 1: a second thought until the strange events of that spring
Speaker 1: in nineteen seventy seven. It was in the early hours
Speaker 1: of Tuesday, April nineteenth, that Rosa finally made her way
Speaker 1: to bed after a long night of cleaning up after
Speaker 1: her guests at night. It was Rosa's habit to listen
Speaker 1: to Spanish music stations on the radio as she drifted
Speaker 1: off to sleep. That night, however, her usual station was
Speaker 1: playing up as she lay in the dark with her
Speaker 1: husband fast asleep beside her, waiting for the signal to strengthen,
Speaker 1: a crackle of interference was followed by a sudden burst
Speaker 1: of static, before the radio finally cut out altogether. It
Speaker 1: was only then that she became aware of a gentle
Speaker 1: humming sound. Thinking she must have left the central heating on,
Speaker 1: she made her way out of the bedroom down the
Speaker 1: long hallway towards the fire escape that led out to
Speaker 1: the boiler house. But as she listened again, it soon
Speaker 1: became clear that not only was the strange noise nothing
Speaker 1: like the sound of the boiler but also it wasn't
Speaker 1: coming from the boiler room. Unable to pinpoint it, she
Speaker 1: gazed out towards the lights bobbing up and down in
Speaker 1: the distant darkness, assuming it to be coming from one
Speaker 1: of the ships. Moored up in the bay. Returning to
Speaker 1: the bedroom, she was surprised to see a soft blue
Speaker 1: light leaking through the gap in her curtains. She quietly
Speaker 1: made her way to the window and pulled the curtains open.
Speaker 1: There in the field opposite was a peculiar light, like
Speaker 1: the cold blue flame of a blowtorch, pulsing on and off.
Speaker 1: Concerned that someone was breaking into their outhouse, Rosa grabbed
Speaker 1: a pair of binoculars from the window sill and stared
Speaker 1: out into the night. Picking up the light, she saw
Speaker 1: that it was coming out of an object about two
Speaker 1: meters wide and oval in shape. Moving the binoculars to
Speaker 1: inspect the space beyond, she gasped. Standing between the object
Speaker 1: and the far side of the field, she could clearly
Speaker 1: see the outline of what looked like two humanoid figures,
Speaker 1: but there was something deeply uncanny about their appearance. Not
Speaker 1: only were they unusually tall, but their limbs seemed oddly distended.
Speaker 1: Looking closer, she saw they were dressed in what looked
Speaker 1: like white plastic boiler suits. She watched as they bent
Speaker 1: down to inspect something on the ground, before turning to
Speaker 1: look in her direction, as if having sensed her presence,
Speaker 1: and where their faces should have been, she saw nothing
Speaker 1: but a blank and empty space. Rosa continued to watch
Speaker 1: as they made their way up a short bank that
Speaker 1: boardered the field before disappearing from view. After hurriedly switching
Speaker 1: on the lights and waking her husband with a start,
Speaker 1: she ushered him over to the window, but when she
Speaker 1: looked out again, there was nothing but the darkness of
Speaker 1: the field, with no sign of the figures or the
Speaker 1: light anywhere. Back at Ripstone Farm, Pauline had barely left
Speaker 1: the house since her encounter with the strange light. Though
Speaker 1: she couldn't quite put her finger on what it was
Speaker 1: that worried her exactly, she couldn't shake the unnerving sense
Speaker 1: that somebody or something was watching them. Three nights after
Speaker 1: the events at the haven Fought Hotel, at some time
Speaker 1: around six twenty pm, Pauline and the family had gathered
Speaker 1: around the kitchen table to eat when all the lights
Speaker 1: simultaneously cut out. As the children nervously huddled together, Pauline
Speaker 1: and Billy found a torch and lit some candles until
Speaker 1: power was inexplicably restored twenty minutes later. Thinking little more
Speaker 1: of it, with the children having gone to bed, Pauline
Speaker 1: and Billy retired to the living room to watch television.
Speaker 1: It was past one am when Pauline, struggling to stay
Speaker 1: awake in the armchair, noticed through the window a silvery
Speaker 1: light flickering from a distant part of the adjacent field.
Speaker 1: Not wanting to bother her husband, lying on the sofa opposite,
Speaker 1: conscious of his skepticism about the incident with the car,
Speaker 1: she did her best to ignore it. Twenty minutes later,
Speaker 1: a sudden burst of interference the television was followed by
Speaker 1: a cry from Billie. Pauline turned to find him sitting
Speaker 1: straight up staring at the window. What the hell is that,
Speaker 1: he asked, Pauline cried out in terror when she saw
Speaker 1: it too. Pushed up against the glass was the figure
Speaker 1: of what she assumed to be a man, standing at
Speaker 1: least seven feet tall. He was dressed in a silver
Speaker 1: all in one suit which covered the entirety of the head,
Speaker 1: including what seemed like a large, square shaped helmet underneath,
Speaker 1: and in place of her face, a jet black visor.
Speaker 1: The figure appeared to be lit up from behind, and
Speaker 1: though it remained stationary, Pauline noticed that the window was rattling.
Speaker 1: She rushed to grab the children from their beds, leaving
Speaker 1: Billy to keep watch on the figure that remained staring
Speaker 1: back into the room. After securing the children in the
Speaker 1: living room, Pauline ran to the phone and called the
Speaker 1: police when she returned shortly after the figure had gone.
Speaker 1: Terrified by what was happening, Pauline kept the children together
Speaker 1: while Billy made his way outside to investigate. However, after
Speaker 1: an extensive search outside the building, Billy found no sign
Speaker 1: of the intruder. In the weeks and months that followed,
Speaker 1: a host of similar sightings were reported up and down
Speaker 1: the south coast of Wales, including one made by Pauline
Speaker 1: and Billy's twin daughters a few weeks later. They had
Speaker 1: been out playing by the cliff tops one morning when
Speaker 1: they claimed to have cited the peculiar figure once again
Speaker 1: walking about the fields before vanishing in the long grass.
Speaker 1: The collective incidents have since become known as the West
Speaker 1: Wales UFO flap of nineteen seventy seven. Haven Fought hotel
Speaker 1: proprietor Rosa Granville was so sufficiently shocked and moved by
Speaker 1: what she had experienced that she even wrote to her
Speaker 1: local MP, Nicholas Edwards, demanding that the British Ministry of
Speaker 1: Defense make an investigation of the area. Squadron leader J. A.
Speaker 1: Cohen of nearby Broady Royal Air Force Base was able
Speaker 1: only to confirm that whatever had occurred had no connection
Speaker 1: with operations at the base, though it has been speculated
Speaker 1: that a number of the sightings of men in silver
Speaker 1: suits may have been the work of local practical jokers.
Speaker 1: Any such sightings were recorded some time after the initial
Speaker 1: event at Broadhaven School. Of the fourteen children who claim
Speaker 1: to have witnessed the mysterious craft on that wet and
Speaker 1: stormy afternoon of February the fourth, not one has changed
Speaker 1: their story or admitted to perpetrating a hoax of any kind.
Speaker 1: As David Davies recounted many years after the event, I
Speaker 1: did see something unexplained that day, and I will stick
Speaker 1: to that story for the rest of my life. If
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