Stantonbury Hill, Marksbury,  North East Somerset. Reported 12th June.

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Below the ancient settlement of Stantonbury Hill, just outside the village of Corston, this really intriguing design appeared below the hill. It includes around 12 rings, decreasing and increasing in size, and they radiate out. The whole design resembles a creature like quality, with echoes of the scorpion shapes that were very popular in the early to mid nineties. Clearly the design has a head, thorax and tail.   

It formed in immature wheat, which on first glance is extremely short,. This however didn't have an adverse effect on the formation definition within the field. What is really unusual is that the rings also create its tail feature which stretches out quite someway across the field. The entire formation covers four tramlines, and has a majestic feel to it from the roadside. Another diverse addition to what is already a fascinating start to the season, where everything seems to go, in this picturesque part of Somerset.

Report Stuart Dike


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Crop Marking Field Report and observations. Stantonbury Hill, 2005 

Report by chief Metaphysical Research Fellow, Dr Hans Flux 

There it was, placed upon the hill like some great thing that nobody had seen for an age, a thing that could perhaps lift us all, a thing that could heal, could communicate, commune with us, could bring about the much anticipated re-unification of the twin elements, And I was here - first… 

As I stood at the roadside, before approaching the strange new arrival, I could not help myself but wonder, “Is my imminent experience of close up inspection and perception of the pattern going to deal yet another withering blow to my model of reality and its rigid parameters?” Moreover, “will the experience of actually being inside it leave me spiritually enriched; causing a personal paradigm shift that will reverberate through my conciseness far into the future? Will life ever be the same again?” Questions such as these whirled around my mind as I stepped forth into the unknown void of a North Somerset wheat Field. 

As I approached the outer most extremities of the pattern a huge and profound question formed in my mind, a question any honest meta=physician would be compelled to ask at this juncture “How on Earth did those big muddy boot prints find their way onto and all over this young crop?” The Implication of my question was massive. As I looked further a shattering and grim realisation spread over me like the stink from a tide of raw sewage, “its a fake” I muttered to myself in despondent tones.  

I looked a bit further. The level of incoherence throughout the pattern was now fully and shockingly manifest to me, and it was not at all pretty, in fact it was horrible. Howe could a small number of people come to this place of power and beauty, with planks and ropes, and trickery and sleazy thoughts, and then carry out this insult to this land of wonders. As these thoughts went through me like a stream I felt a tug on my mind, on my soul, it lifted me to my feet - and caused me to look off to my left, and there it was, standing in relief amongst the stark green… A lone red (faced) Poppy, bearing witness. 

Clear evidence of a mechanical construction method is apparent throughout the entire mess, stretched over 200 feet. As well as total coverage in boot marks, mud, plank scrapes and cigarette buts, the overriding lack of harmony here on the hill is a real embarrassment, and testament to the incompetence of the perpetrators.  

At this point I felt a strong need to depart the scene with great haste. If my employers over at ACME Rockets Inc saw me giving time to this gaffe I would be out of a job for sure. 

Dr Hans Flux © 2005 ACME Research inc


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