Both my friend and I are professional people with responsible jobs. We used to go running around Darwin Moor, Roddlesworth, Great hill or any combination of those areas two or three times a week.
One pleasant summers evening we were running towards Annesdale reservoir downhill from the water Bailiff house. My friend said to me “I want to tell you something” he asked me not to laugh, or if I found what he was going to say to outlandish, not to tell anyone. I promise him that he had my complete confidence. He told me “one evening he and another friend we’re out running towards the reservoir” without a smile or a blink of an eye. He looked me square in the eyes and said that both he and his friend witnessed a craft coming out of the reservoir, hovering and flying away, we stood in front of each other and I said “I believe you,” he said he would tell me more detail, but for one reason or another the opportunity never arose. Life moves on and events over take us. There is definitely some sort of presence in the area. Many times I’ve been out over the moors in the early morning and I felt like I’m been watched only to look around and see nothing.
Mick McLaren (W.H.I.T) Map
https://goo.gl/maps/RJM3gBozwVdZBTv59
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