In the late 1960s my brother and I shared in bedroom of a house at the foot of Haworth Moors (next to the Old Sun Hotel for anyone in the know. Aged 6 and 4, we had two single beds. One night I saw a a sepia “dragon” float across the ceiling, coming from the window and floating out through the wall of the bedroom wall. I lay transfixed.
35 years later, I’m sat with my brother and his wife on New Year’s Eve in the Red Lion at Silkstone, near Barnsley. Chatting, as you do when the beer flows, about “the unexplained”, I recounted what I had seen when we were small boys. His reaction? After all those? He said “Did you see that too?!”
The thought of two small boys, lying wide awake and both seeing the same thing but never ever speaking about it, still makes me laugh out loud.