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This site's owner, Scott L. Felton, can honestly say that of literally thousands of hours spent outside, during both day and night, watching the skies, he has seen nothing, which can be described as a UFO and striking enough to fit within that narrow percentage of sightings, which accomodates extraterrestrial craft.
Except that is, for an unknown date in the 1980s, but which was in an August.
Between 1986 and 1988, I resided in the south end area of Liverpool, a short walk from the Otterspool Promenade. I would walk my gundog, Lucy, an English Springer Spaniel down Beechwood Road which terminated at the end of the Garston end of the said prom'. I frequented this promenade to both fish and shoot wildfowl.
On this occasion, I went down to the prom', just before dawn, to observe and count duck flighting into the outpourings of a sewer pipe into the river. To the uninitiated, ducks of many types love to revel and feed amidst such filth.
This put the day in the latter half of August, as I would have been there doing this in preparation for the approaching duck shooting season which commences still, on September 1st.
On this particular day, Lucy and I could just make out the silouettes of gulls, waders etc running to and fro along the tide edge perhaps 100 to 150 yards distant.
Lucy would often stop to scent the air and would stand rigid, paw lifted and tail pointed. Normally, she would come when called, but on this occasion, she ignored me.
I went back to her and peered over the fence and into the blackness below. Everything was black in the shadow of the concrete wall.
Suddenly, a light 'switched on'. Just like a light bulb illuminating. I was surprised and fascinated to see a small luminous sphere about the size of a cricket ball, clearly hovering perhaps a foot to eighteen inches above the shingly mud. Despite being a dull luminosity, I could clearly see it hovering and illuminating the mud beneath.
I suspected that the actual object was smaller than it appeared and its full size was due to the aura of light surrounding it.
It seemed a good few seconds, but the object then moved off, following a straight line across and above the exposed mud, straight towards the Mersey's murky water. As it travelled, it seemed to 'wobble' or 'zig-zag' slightly.
As it reached the tide edge, the light vanished. I have no idea if it blinked out or if it submerged. I do know however that it was real, simply because it was my dog which detected it. Also, as it reached the tide edge, it ploughed through a flock of birds and those erupted in panic flight; avian alarm calls ripped through the quietness of the scene.
The object made no noise audible to myself. It appears to have been doing whatever, un-illuminated and my appearance seemed to provoke it into illuminating. This gave the impression of 'powering up' before moving off.
It was few years later before I discovered that what I'd seen was a regular sight and enquiries at the time suggested that the commonest opinion of the sphere was that it was a 'probe' of sorts and usually are to be found not too far from a 'parent' craft.
Again, over time, I discovered that the River Mersey was host to several sightings of submerging and emerging UFOs. The deep, silt laden water of the main channels could provide excellent cover for an alien craft.
Interestingly, had I been at that location a fortnight or so later, I would have been armed. I had my wits about me and had circumstances arisen, I would have launched two barrels at that object. The outcome of course is pure speculation.
That is the only UFO that I have ever seen. Everything else I've noted over the years I've been able to rationalise and account for.
