Back in the 80s, I wrote a popular column in a Welsh newspaper. It was called “Weird Wonders of Wales”. It passed on reports of Welsh UFO sightings, ghostly happenings and “the unexplained”.
I was contacted by all sorts of people who shared their stories with me. Some of them I published. And I got to know some of those contacts quite well, and those contacts’ contacts!
We got to know Tom and Kerry lived in Wiltshire: they were contacts of contacts. They invited us down to stay during the height of “the crop-circle season”.
The crop-circle phenomenon – strange, geometrical patterns usually found in wheat fields and suchlike – was highly publicised back then. All sorts of explanations were put forward for their appearances, from UFO beams and landings to local Rugby teams making them overnight as a laugh. And I felt I would have to see the circles for myself and draw my own conclusions.
There were some circles waiting for us when we got to Wiltshire and we had a look at them. Then, one morning, a new one was suddenly there quite near to where Tom and Kerry lived. They took us out to it and we were among the first folk to enter it.
I have to say that, more or less since we first met, Rosie and I had and have talked over and agreed on most decisions in our lives. Our marriage has survived nearly half-a-century at the time of writing, so we must have been doing something right!
And we both enjoyed our grub! I used to joke with Rosie that, had she not been a good cook, I wouldn’t have married her. Of course, meat – a Sunday joint or a plate of sausages or whatever – was part of our eating and our enjoyment of food.
Anyway, we went with our friends into this newly made crop-circle. It was quite large, and Rosie and I sort of wandered around separately for a while pondering on its making. I admit I felt nothing mystic as I wandered – though I dowsed and found there was some sort of energy there. (Often, the circles would appear on ley-lines which are said to be routes of “earth energies”.)
Then it was time to leave and wander off somewhere else in the lovely county of Wiltshire. Rosie and I rejoined each other and got into the car. It was then that we realised we’d both, independently, become vegetarians!
I do not know why or how that had happened. We had never talked about vegetarianism. We certainly had never “gone off” meat products.
Still I do not know what happened to us. But we have remained vegetarians ever since. And that has given me an insight into the cruel methods used in meat-production in some places.
Though I often remind myself that, if famine struck the land and we or our little family were going hungry, I would strangle a cow and eat it raw!