My daughter and I arrived at Heathrow that evening, collected her friend, who was flying in from Amsterdam, and drove swiftly to our place of lodging for the night. The night was only 3 hours long, as we then had to drive out west to Glastonbury. These two young ladies were attending the famous, maybe now infamous, 1997 Glastonbury Festival. Five days of mud.

I deposited the festival-goers at the Pilton site, and struggled to get out of the winding lanes awash with liquid mud, and jam packed with thousands of people coming in on foot. The car windows were closed, but the smell of burning greenery almost knocked me over. It reminded me of my days in South London at the height of the Queen Era.

I then headed down to the south coast of Devon, to spend the next 4 days with some very special friends, Roy Dutton and his wife Marion. They lived on the hillside, way above the town of Torquay, and their house afforded views of the surrounding countryside which stretches for miles. From the windows of their house I could see the patchwork of fields, the highway lights, the rooftops of thousands of homes, and the beautiful ocean.

As I was driving into the town, the sea was to my left. Suddenly, I stopped the car, and the view to my left was very similar to the view that I have when I am at the shore of Lake Ontario. I felt that this spot might be a very good location to watch for some activity. I hastened to Roy's house, and immediately told him of my feelings regarding that very high spot on the cliffs above the sea. This was Thursday, June 26th.

The following day I had a sort of fidgety feeling as we spent the day doing quiet and ordinary tasks. On the Saturday, I was taken to a meeting of the Devon Crop Circle Group, to meet various researchers and other people who are interested in things associated with crop circles and UFOs.

At the meeting, I showed some of my Lake Ontario video, which was certainly of some considerable interest to the assembly. It was then decided that the group would go out that evening on a skywatch and much debate followed as to a good location for this session.

I had mentioned my feelings regarding the clifftop site that I had seen on the Thursday evening. Four people decided to meet up with me at this location at around 8.30 p.m. Roy Dutton has developed a method of predicting the best times for possible U.F.O. activity, and we were basing our "skywatch" on this data.

As the evening progressed, the visibility deteriorated somewhat, but the little group was not to be discouraged. There was a wheat field behind us on the other side of the road. The gentleman who was with me, Tony, had noticed some pulsating, greenish light over this field, and so we decided to leave the other group members and go and investigate. We sat on the gate to this field, balanced rather precariously, watching the strange lights over the distant horizon. Tony said, "Would you like to feel my implant?" I certainly wasn't expecting a comment like that. This strange bump that he called his implant was a small, pea-sized object in his forearm. Most odd.

We returned to the others who were waiting in the car park, and very shortly afterwards two new people arrived. Now there were five of us looking out over the sea. At exactly 10.28 p.m., a large, amber-coloured sphere appeared over the river estuary to our left. It appeared, sat there for about 15 seconds and just winked out. We all, coincidentally, happened to be looking in the same direction at that very moment.

According to Roy's prediction chart, this event was right on time.

That was a very pleasant end to a most interesting day. I left Torquay the next day, Sunday, and drove back up country to Glastonbury, to stay overnight ready to collect my daughter on the Monday morning. The collection of said daughter was not an easy task, as I had to walk nearly three miles into deep muddy terrain. Eventually I found the festival-goer and took her into my accommodation in Glastonbury, there to be cleansed of foulness and mud.

We then drove up country to Wiltshire and the heart of Crop Circle country, and stayed overnight with a friend from Denver who had rented a delightful house close to Alton Barnes. We caught up with the latest crop circle news, had a pleasant evening of chat, and then my daughter decided she needed sleep and in a bed.

The following day we drove to Avebury. This was July 1st, and Canada Day. My daughter decided she needed to go to London in order to celebrate the date, and phoned her uncle, who obliged with an invitation to stay with him and his family. Later that day, daughter was installed in London, and I could relax a little.

The next couple of weeks were fairly calm and relaxing. Then on July 11th a new scenario developed. An acquaintance from C.S.E.T.I. arrived in London, and my daughter and I went to meet this gentleman and his son at their hotel in Russell Square. Eventually they came and stayed with us in the house west of London. However, at this time, my daughter became more independent as she was visiting her new friends from the Glastonbury Festival quite often, and was not with me for most of the time.

On July 15th I was sitting talking with my mother in her house. She said that a friend of hers had seen a strange object near her house, out in the country nearby, and that it had appeared to be cigar-shaped with many lights on it. As my mother said these words I was actually running out the door to go and get my camera gear. All I needed was the address, and I would be off. My mother phoned the lady. I collected my visitor and we were off to the sighting location.

After exchanging some pleasantries with this lady and her son who had been with her on that evening, my associate and I trekked up the hill to where the object had been seen. We set up cameras, groundsheets and binoculars.

We had been watching the area for quite some time when a large, bright light appeared over the trees to the south of our site. I thought that it was a helicopter but there was no sound. This aerial vehicle moved around just above tree-top level, and remained there for about 3 minutes, coming and going. There were different coloured lights on this object and it moved in a rather strange way.

Somewhat later, whilst looking south east over the River Thames, we saw three golden spheres, similar to the one that I had seen over the river estuary in Devon. These all had the similar appearance to those nocturnal lights that I had been seeing over Lake Ontario.

We went out on the Wednesday night and only saw one of these lights at that location. However, as we drove back through the country to the house, a single event, similar to the ones over the river, occurred.

We went out the following night, Thursday, July 17th, and the golden spheres appeared in their droves. It was a very interesting experience. They all appeared in the same location, at around 15 degrees elevation, hovered for a short while, and then winked out. One thought was that these were military flares but location-wise this did not make sense.

On the Friday night we went out again, but this time two other people accompanied us. We had no sightings that night, but it was an interesting evening of discussion for us all.

In the next while, I spent a good deal of time in Crop Circle Country, enjoying the beautiful formations, and photographing them at close range. Visits to the Barge Inn at Honeystreet, were also an interesting part of this visit. At the "Barge" one can see and meet the well-known names in "Croppiedom" and hear all the wild and interesting theories that abound in this field.

Later on in July I drove to the east coast with my daughter to spend a couple of days at Clacton-0n-Sea in Essex, close to the estuary of the River Thames. The weather was very hot and we took a walk along the sea front during the afternoon. Later on, after an evening meal, I felt the sudden urge to go down to the shore and see if there was any activity.

I left the house at around 8.30 p.m. and drove to the sea-front. I started unpacking my camera and other equipment. I looked out towards the open sea and felt something was not quite right about the location. I looked more south, towards the Thames Estuary, and saw thousands of lights from homes, factories, cars etc. Suddenly, I packed everything back up again, jumped into the car, and headed to Jaywick, a little town south of Clacton.

I drove along the sea wall, and parked the car. I jumped out and stood facing the direction of the Thames Estuary. There was a golden orb hovering over the river. I saw several that evening, and others out over the sea, but still in the area of the estuary.

A few days later I met up with a friend in Ascot, Berkshire. He and I went up onto Chobham Common, which is just in Surrey, and were fortunate in seeing some strange events of similar type at this location. Flares? Possibly.

At the end of July, I met up with the C.S.E.T.I. training group in Avebury, Wiltshire. We had a most enjoyable evening at a local hostelry on the Marlborough to Calne road, and later repaired to the field behind Silbury Hill for a meditation in the crop formation that had recently formed there. This formation had been named the "Koch Snowflake."

The time in England was very interesting, and I met many new people who are now good friends.

However, I was very glad to be returning to the lake and on August 5th I departed from Heathrow, yet again, almost missing my flight. This time, my watched had stopped.

As my plane was coming along the St. Lawrence River towards Lake Ontario, I noted, a few hundred feet below the plane, a strange pulsing amber light which seemed to be staying in the same spot for a very long time. In fact, this light would sometimes wind out and then reappear. It actually stayed with the 'plane for almost half an hour.

I arrived at Pearson International Airport just on midnight of the 5th, and was down on the South Shore of Lake Ontario 12 hours later.