In Part One I wrote “Chilbolton convinced me, after many years, that we were confronted here by an intelligence, an ability to envision and an evolution far beyond our own. The complexity and brilliance of this event played a large part in persuading me of its non-human origins.” I apologise. I was wrong. I had forgotten Chuck Close.
Read MoreIn his book, The Outliers, Malcolm Gladwell suggested that 10,000 hours of commitment and practice is necessary in any field to produce, if not mastery or expertise, then at least competence. He referred, among others, to musicians and athletes but did not mention crop circle students!
Read MoreLooking back over the crop circle years I realise that what has depressed me most (even more than the hollow claims of the man-made fundamentalists) is the way so many approach a circle with their minds switched off, their tongues ready to wag and – above all – their eyes closed. The Alton Barnes Rabbit of 14th July 2015 [1] proves my point. This unique little formation showed a stylised, almost cartoon-like, bunny rabbit placed within a circular frame.
Read MoreTo my delight I found that the 2015 season had kicked off on 9th April, with a crop circle in the magic field at Barbury Castle. Images can be found on the Crop Circle Connector but, for personal reasons I am unable to include one here. I believe my survey (1) is accurate. The first formation of each season is greeted with great excitement and this one was remarkable in several respects. First, it arrived in green Oilseed Rape. I could be mistaken, but I do not recall a circle appearing before the crop had ripened to produce its golden flowers. Second, it landed in virtually the precise location of the 2008 Pi formation, falling, as did its predecessor, across the field’s bridle path, shown here in green. This is an exceptional occurrence.
Read MoreThis site has been silent for too long and I must start here with an explanation and, perhaps, an apology. The 2014 crop circle season was my twenty-fifth and was, for me, the darkest and most depressing I have ever experienced. Not, of course, for the crop circles themselves which were as enigmatic, inventive and compelling as ever, but for the behaviour and activities of what used to be called the “crop circle community” – a phrase to be used now only ironically and with a raised eyebrow.
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