This was my first post on this forum, the text was linked from another site but written by me..... I wrote this in November 1997 so please take that
into account when reading. Note the shape of the object was described as Pyramidal. Shortly after I originally posted this, an acquaintance posted me
a PM on another forum not linked with the paranormal and told me another tale that happened to him and 3 friends in the winter of 1980 South of
Birmingham UK where they saw a landed object in a field next to the road of a very similar design to the one in this tale. Until then he had never
told anyone about the sighting and the 4 people involved never spoke to each other at the time or since about what they had witnessed. I would suggest
for 4 people to see such a sight and not even say anything at the time it was happening shows just how weird it must have appeared to them and that,
as with so many people, they simply subconsciously decided it hadn't happened.
This all occured some 27 years ago this week, on a night just like this, the sort of night one really only finds in Britain. A cold damp night that
chills to the bone.
I had been on business in Newcastle upon Tyne and decided to pocket the hotel and travel expenses and return to London via thumbing a lift. It's
nearly 300 miles but i thought, with a bit of luck, i could do it without too much hassle.
I found myself at a service station on the A1, just south of Newcaslte, by about 7 o'clock in the evening. I am standing on the exit lane to the main
road when a guy approaches me and asks... where I am bound?. I tell him London and he repies that he can take me as far south as Nottigham and will
pass me on to a guy who should be around when we arrive there. The price of this generous offer, is that, i buy him tea and wait for him to watch the
soap opera "Coronation Street" on TV at the services.
Some 40 minutes later, we set off ensconced i the warmth of his truck. The usual pleasantries are exchanged when the guy suddenly says to me.
"Look i shouldn't have picked you up"..... "If i am caught i will lose my job"...
"You see, the truck I am driving belongs to "Towmaster Trucks" and Towmaster are owned by Bells Whisky and on the back of this truck are crates of
it, stacked two high, I am delivering to a Port in Southern England" Plymouth, if memory serves me right, the guys route was certainly commensurate
with that destination.
" As such" he continued, " You can imagine that, for security reasons, there is no way we are allowed to have strangers in the cab whilst we are on
He went onto to explain that, the trucks travel in groups of 3 some 10-15 minutes apart and that, they are tracked and kept an eye on by unmarked
police cars throughout their journey. Sure enough, not long after, he asked me to duck down in the seat as a saloon pulled alongside us and the driver
made some hand signals to the occupant(s) of the car, then flashed his headlights, to let them know, I assume, all was well...
At this point i am thinking.. "Wow the guy really does seem to be risking his job to give me a lift, but there again, it must be mindnumblingly dull
spending 10 hours on the road with no company. In the early 80s most British trucks still often came without even a radio and CBs were only just
making inroads with the trucking community over here.
I really don't remember how the subject came up but suddenly the trucker says to me...
"I'd like to tell you something that happened to a friend of mine on this run".."Something really rather strange"
As the guys guest, i was only to happy to listen. The story that then unfurled was not one i was expecting at all.
Before the Motorways were built, the main artery from the South West to the Midlands and North east of Britain was and still is, a road called the
A38. it cuts diagonally across from the English North Eastern Midlands to the South West, branching off from the main North South route from London,
around Nottigham, as already mentioned.
I should point out here, that back in 1980, after about 10 pm at night, even the Motorways of Brtain were actually, pretty damn quiet. Apart from the
odd truck it was common to go 10-15 miles without seeing another car, post midnight, even on a main artery like the M1.
That said, a smaller road like the A38, at midnight, was a pretty desolate place to be, especially at this time of the year , November. There were
then very few lit sections of the road betwen Nottingham and the Birmingham area, some 40 miles away.
Anyway, the trucker goes on to talk about his friend who, at the time, drove a truck,like him, for the Towmaster fleet. On a particuarly dark and
empty section of the A38, he had been driving and saw, what he took to be a fire in a field by the roadside. Out of a natural curiosity he had slowed
the truck down so he could try and see what was happening. His first thought was that, it could be a farm house on fire, and if so, he was in a
strange quandry about what he should do. If it was a building on fire, he surely had to report it, less there be lives at stake. On the other hand, he
really wasn't meant to stop and definitely not supposed to leave the vehicle unattended, at all.
These thoughts soon became irrelevant as, as he comes closer to the glow he can see that it wasn't a bulding on fire at all. By now he could see that
the glow was actually, an *object*, seemingly *parked*, in a field alongside the A38. At this point, he has slowed considerably and is wondering what
sort of *object* it is. He remembers that it seemed to pulse and might well have pyramidal in shape but he glow is so intense , as it pulses with a
red hue that goes from a dull glow to almost blindingly bright, that the shape is hard to make out.
What happened exactly next, to this day i am not totally sure of. The guys face quite clearly showed he was remembering something that really did,
*freak him out*, for want of a better phrase. It was at this point i also became aware that, this *friend* the tale was about, was indeed, my trucker
host and he was telling me what he saw.
Curiosisty got the better of him and he pulled the truck up by the side of the road. He sat and watched the object pulsing dull to bright red for a
minute or so before climbing down from the cab with a flash light to investigate. The next thing he remembered was sitting in his cab, in a lay-by, as
the lights of another Towmaster truck shining in his wing mirrors dazzle him momentarily, as it pulled up behind him.
The truck is accompanied by a Police car and they quiz him as to where he had been. The upshot being that, the police car monitoring them, was
travelling in the opposite direction to the trucks counting the Towmaster trucks off as they passed them. They had counted 1 and then not seen the
scond for some 20-30 mins. They knew they should have seen 3 in that time and had stopped the third truck and asked, was there a problem?.
The guy in the third truck had said that the second truck, my hosts, had pulled off as he had reached the previous service stop so they must have seen
it. So they turn round, begin to backtrack along their route and, lo and behold, there the missing truck is, parked in a lay by. lights off. The
trucker who has had the incident makes up some story about feeling a little unwell pulling over to the lay by and turning the lights off. Not feeling
well, he had not noticed the police car and had failed to turn his lights on and, as a result, they had missed the truck in the dark. As the guy said.
Given the situation what could the police do? He was safe, as was the cargo and what other explanation was there for having missed him?
And that is it. The tale i was told back in November 1980. I've spoken about it on a one to one basis, but till tonight, i have never really had
anything to back it up has having any basis in truth. That is until i found this whislt searching for the umpteenth time for anything on Towmaster
..scroll down and there is someone talking about Towmasters being part of the group that
included Bells Whisky (Note; link now dead). At long last, i have something that corroborates, at least, part of the guys tale and does tend to
suggest that he was being totally truthful about, under no circumstances given the value of his cargo and insurance policies, being allowed to pick up
hitchhikers... I have checked with someone in insurance and they cofirmed that, given the value of the goods being carried, they themselves would have
insisted on a strict "no hitchihiker policy" as part of the contract.
Not only that, but i have been aware, this last 27 years, that to go public with this story could endanger a guys career. If, what he told me was
true, about the security involved, it wouldn't take a rocket scientist to put two and two together to work out who exactly had, not only broken the
rules about stopping , but compounded it by then picking a hitchhiker up. The guys job would have been kaput. There can't be that many drivers
working that route , regularly, for that specific company. However, given the guys age then, i would assume that he might well be retired now, and i
haven't seen a Towmaster truck on the road in ages. I am assuming the company no longer exists.
One other thing i could tell from the guys demeanour and voice and the details he gave me, was that, this was something that had happened that month,
this wasn't something that had happeend the previous year etc...
So there you are. In November 1980 a guy driving a truck spots a strange glowing object in a field and seemingly, him and the truck, vanish for some
10- 20 minutes, only to show up in a layby a couple of miles down the road. A police car, specifically looking out for the guy and his truck, having
missed them totallly in the interim period. All this, on a virtually deserted road that was no more than two trucks wide, in width, at the time, and
the Police are looking for a, 10 foot high, 40 ft long, truck and trailer on it, with virtually no other traffic, at all, on the road.
I've always wondered was this just a wind up, a tall tale he liked to tell to his fellow travellers. However the guys face as he told me the details
showed me that he was either a damn good actor, or he was genuinly scared and just needed to offload to someone he would never see again about what
had what happened to him. To finally find the link, i have posted above, allows me, in good conscience to pass the tale on into the public domain.
What brought it to mind tonight was reading some of the Rendlesham accounts. it wasnlt for a good few years before the realisation struck me. This
tale, which has some similarites to the Rendlesham incident, ie an anomalous object on the ground with a strange pulsing light, happened just over a
month BEFORE Rendlesham and that the guy informed me of it before Rendlesham....