U.F.O. SIGHTINGS
IN
EAST ANGLIA –
ENGLAND
1994-1996
I must at this juncture
explain where we live and the surrounding area of
Little
Cornard, near Sudbury,
Suffolk, England.
It is a small village
and I live on a Park
(Willowmere Park) which holds several
private Park
Homes.
As I look to the East there is a
television
transmitter in the far
distance and you can see the tip of the mast
f rom our
garden.
We are also near a
Mere which has been in this village for hundreds of years
and is home to
wildlife and birds
especially.
Surrounding the
Mere are trees.
Now at this
point I must also state that we are on the main air
corridor
to the Airport of Stansted in Essex so we get
many planes
coming over.
I was standing with
Saxon in the garden when I looked towards the transmitter
on the air corridor
and saw what I
thought was an
aircraft.
Suddenly, from
the other direction came a small, bright object flashing
very, very fast.
From that
distance I
did not see either
clearly.
The small
object flashed a red light.
Still I did
not think anything of it until, watching them both
when
the small object suddenly
shot
up at speed to another
tragectory.
Then from
nowhere came other small flashing objects, some making
patterns, others chasing one another.
I
took Saxon
indoors and asked Wally, my husband to come and see
something
strange.
He came out and said
“where?”. The
sky was clear.
I went up to a neighbour’s house and asked
him
to come and witness this.
He
loves
amateur astronomy.
I called other
family members and friends too.
Wally
actually
saw what can only be described as a double Triangular
craft clearly
visible gliding along.
I must say I did
not witness that craft. Suddenly the
sky
seemed full of objects coming in all directions and what
made us realise we
were not looking at aircraft
was
the lack of
noise.
The sky was silent, totally
and utterly
silent.
I rang Stansted Airport
and asked them if they had any aircraft over our
area at the time.
(I
got a typical Ministry Of Defence letter)
saying they were
probably weather
balloons at a later date. I did not
believe
this for one moment.
I
also
I
explained why I had phoned and he checked
their radar,
coming back with “No
Ma’am, nothing on our radar”.
The sky being so clear
and full of stars I looked up high, much further than any
aircraft flies and
saw “falling
stars” only difference
was, these “stars”
were
climbing at a vast
rate of
speed
upwards, even higher.
From 5.25 pm to 10.30
pm the spectacle continued. The craft
did not
mind who saw them and came and went all that
evening.
Another phenomenom of
that
night was seeing
the sky to the
West of us light up in a
spectacular blue colour and then
fade.
I rang the newspaper
the next day to report this and to ask if other readers
had rung in but nobody
had.
They sent a reporter from the East
Anglian Daily Times to photograph me and the drawings we
did of the craft.
Then BBC Anglia phoned and Stuart White, one of
their top news men
came round to interview me.
Unfortunately
when the news was shown on television they made a joke out
of it.
Because they did not see, they
thought I was
mad.
If I was mad then so
were others who stood and witnessed roughly 86 craft (or
same craft) over and
over again.
That day, taking my dog
for a walk I happened to look up and although I did
not
see anything I heard
that
strange humming sound above the
clouds.
Also, early
morning in the garden, with the puppy the sky flashed deep
blue again, this time I felt a little scared and we went
back indoors.
The silent craft were back the next night but this time further away.
I must at this point
explain that the Triangles we saw flashed many colours
underneath.
Soon after this display
took place, Wally was getting the car ready for work
at
5.30 am.
Another morning he noticed an
orange ball of
light some distance away just sitting there
in the
sky.
When
he got
back he looked the light had
vanished.
He then went on
to explain that cycling to work he saw a large orange
ball
of light over towards Little
Cornard and he could not take his eyes off
it,
almost
crashing into a car ahead of him.
He said it took off
at a rate and disappeared in seconds.
The next month was
December and on the 10th of that month I was
taking a church service
over at a
coastal town in Essex
called
Clacton-On-Sea.
She quipped
that maybe they were following
me!!!
On the way home in the car
driven by a friend of mine, John Broughton, we reached the
road called the A12
which runs
between Clacton and
Colchester, in Essex.
We saw a
transmitter over the fields and were amazed to see two
craft, one on either side of it just stationary in
the
sky.
We got about another mile
when my friend,
Brenda Mead, shouted out that there was a
large Triangular object crossing the
A12.
It
glided over the car slowly and
was the most beautifully
lit craft.
Red, Blue, Yellow,
Green and White, all flashing at
once.
When we arrived
home Wally said he had seen
some
Triangular craft that
evening. I
went in to
make a cup of tea for my friends and Wally,
when he
knocked hard on
the window. “Come outside
quickly”.
We
ran out to see the Triangle
glide in front of us quite low
and
as it got to us it flashed a white light,
then it
glided over the trees and nothing else was
seen.
During the summer of
the next year, 1995 I happened to look out of a window
and watched a large
light that did
not move for 15 minutes
or more.
When Wally arrived
home I went out to meet him and I told him of
the
light. He said I had probably
mistaken
it for a plane.
I denied this and
suddenly it moved slowly. Then, all of
a
sudden it turned towards us and we saw 3 huge lights.
That is a Jumbo landing
at Stansted my husband informed me. NO,
I
said it
can’t be a Jumbo. No plane
can
turn suddenly like that.
Then we
gasped, as this craft, (silent
again),
reached a certain point, when a shaft of
light came
down from it's
belly
.
I
can only describe this as
likening it to the pictures you
see of people being taken
up in a light to a
UFO.
Suddenly we saw, in the shaft of
light, a small
flashing object coming down from the
“Mother ship” and
taking off
at speed towards the meadows
and the village of Little
Henny.
Another sighting which
happened to me personally took place on the 11th
of August, 1996.
I heard
nothing to
make me look up, but
coming over, gliding over, was the brightest,
round light,
that can only be described as a large
powerful halogen
lamp.
I
spoke out loud, “what are you?
Any closer and
you will blind me”.
It
did hurt my eyes.
As I said these
words
the light got dimmer,
likened to a dimmer switch and went
black.
I was the only witness to
this. I have
often thought since that
time, did
the object, (whatever
it was), really hear my voice,
because w
Another night I
remember, again I went out to meet Wally from work and we
both saw gliding past
at about 1,000
feet, silently was
another Triangle.
This time the
lights were red on each apex and large red light in the
middle.
To see such an object, (in fact
many objects),
as we did at that
time, is now like a dream.
I
appeared on
television as part of The Magic &
Mystery Show in
1998.
Also she
interviewed Ron West, who ran
the U.F.O. club in
Colchester for years about the
Triangles.
He had so many sightings
during that time that
he could not keep up with them.
After I stopped going to U.F.O. Club
in
Colchester I joined
another, which was run by a younger
man called David, (sorry forgotten his
surname).
Both are now
deceased.
On ICQ I met a lady in
Idaho who was very much into U.F.O. phenomena and she was
abducted in early
1970s.
She has tried ever since to make
sense of what happened to her.
This abductee has
mentioned MUFON amongst others and is very well
known by
certain members and
leaders
of the groups in America.
I
visited her
in 2001.
She heard of my
sightings and immediately e-mailed Jeff Rense in Santa
Barbara who phoned me
that day.
He asked me to appear on his
radio show “The Jeff Rense Show” that night.
I was on the
phone for 2 hours, and this went out
live.
If
only I had known
that my PC was going to crash I would
have saved it with
someones help.
I hope that whoever
reads this will understand that all I have
recounted is in the story actually
happened.
Angie
Little Cornard,
Sudbury,
Suffolk,
England.