A Young Boys Experience On The South Coast Of England

It was during the summer holiday, round about July/August 1961/62.

Little bit vague as it was a long time ago.  My nephew had come over to stay over for a week during the holiday, amazing really as he was only 2 years younger than me, it was a very hot night that night and as you know people are sometimes restless, anyway we woke up in the early hours of the morning, around about 2 o’clock when my nephew noticed a row of lights hovering over a power pylon, which was situated some 50 yards beyond my back garden, he drew my attention to them and I was amazed at what I saw, they were just hovering there almost touching the top of the pylon slowly pulsating, I said to him I thought it might have been a helicopter and opened my bedroom window, to see if I could hear the rotors it was dark I could only just make out the lights and the top of the pylon which was being illuminated by the lights, I could not hear anything which puzzled me even more, I’m not to sure how long we watched the lights for but it did seem a long time as I said they were just hovering there noiselessly, and as we watched almost in a blink of an eye they disappeared, until this very day I am still puzzled as to what they were, even my time served with the RAF I did not see anything like what I saw that night.