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Stumbled across this a few weeks back:
https://www.boredpanda.com/encounters-with-disappe...
I thought the stories were great! Does anyone have any more?
https://www.boredpanda.com/encounters-with-disappe...
I thought the stories were great! Does anyone have any more?
That one near the start of that article about the kid who found the vanishing barn on their grandparent's farm reminds me of something from my own life:
The first house I remember living in had a garden that backed onto a wood - there was a gate in the garden fence. A short path from the gate joined a public footpath that led through the wood to a stream, on the other bank of which was open farm fields. If you turned the other direction when you joined the public path you went through the woods along the back of the gardens of other houses on our road, then you skirted the bottom of a sawmill/timber yard then you came out in the middle of the village. The wood was probably not that big - probably no more than 500m across and roughly square in shape - but when you're a kid it seemed vast. The trees were quite dense, but mostly had branches and leaves in a 'canopy' above the trunks, so you could walk fairly easily around the wood off the path, although you'd sometimes have to detour around a patch of bracken, a holly bush and so on.
Anyway, once we were old enough we were trusted to go and play in the woods by ourselves. And one time my sister and I pressed on towards the 'opposite corner' of the wood to our house. And we found an abandoned tractor sat in among the trees, sunk to its front axle in the ground. I can clearly remember the colour of the remains of the paint and various details so I can retrospectively identify it as a Fordson Super Major. This is exciting stuff when you're young, and we spent a good while playing on/around it, pretending to 'drive it', trying to get the bonnet open, sticking our hands in the spider webs that were all over it (still covered in raindrops - I can remember that).
We went home after a while...and in the six years we remained living at that house backing on to those woods I never managed to find that tractor again, or any evidence that it had ever existed. It was no more than half a kilometre from our house and despite walking in those woods on virtually a weekly basis we never saw it. We even mounted some 'expeditions' to try and methodically search for it, and both parents accompanied us on (what felt like) long walks into the far corners of the woods and we never saw it.
Now, I'm not seriously suggesting that it was some spectral Fordson that materialised, Brigadoon-like, among the trees for one day in the early 1990s. I'm quite willing to believe that our 'methodical searches' were not that methodical, that kids are really bad at estimating direction and distance, and quite possibly our original journey had been in a completely different direction to what we thought and we had stumbled onto some other bit of land (probably some other corner of the timber yard from an unfamiliar angle). But it still strikes me as odd that we never found it, considering it can't have been more than 10 minutes kid-walking time from our house and the woods were fairly well delineated by fences at one side, the stream at the other and the timber yard and the road through the village at a third.
The first house I remember living in had a garden that backed onto a wood - there was a gate in the garden fence. A short path from the gate joined a public footpath that led through the wood to a stream, on the other bank of which was open farm fields. If you turned the other direction when you joined the public path you went through the woods along the back of the gardens of other houses on our road, then you skirted the bottom of a sawmill/timber yard then you came out in the middle of the village. The wood was probably not that big - probably no more than 500m across and roughly square in shape - but when you're a kid it seemed vast. The trees were quite dense, but mostly had branches and leaves in a 'canopy' above the trunks, so you could walk fairly easily around the wood off the path, although you'd sometimes have to detour around a patch of bracken, a holly bush and so on.
Anyway, once we were old enough we were trusted to go and play in the woods by ourselves. And one time my sister and I pressed on towards the 'opposite corner' of the wood to our house. And we found an abandoned tractor sat in among the trees, sunk to its front axle in the ground. I can clearly remember the colour of the remains of the paint and various details so I can retrospectively identify it as a Fordson Super Major. This is exciting stuff when you're young, and we spent a good while playing on/around it, pretending to 'drive it', trying to get the bonnet open, sticking our hands in the spider webs that were all over it (still covered in raindrops - I can remember that).
We went home after a while...and in the six years we remained living at that house backing on to those woods I never managed to find that tractor again, or any evidence that it had ever existed. It was no more than half a kilometre from our house and despite walking in those woods on virtually a weekly basis we never saw it. We even mounted some 'expeditions' to try and methodically search for it, and both parents accompanied us on (what felt like) long walks into the far corners of the woods and we never saw it.
Now, I'm not seriously suggesting that it was some spectral Fordson that materialised, Brigadoon-like, among the trees for one day in the early 1990s. I'm quite willing to believe that our 'methodical searches' were not that methodical, that kids are really bad at estimating direction and distance, and quite possibly our original journey had been in a completely different direction to what we thought and we had stumbled onto some other bit of land (probably some other corner of the timber yard from an unfamiliar angle). But it still strikes me as odd that we never found it, considering it can't have been more than 10 minutes kid-walking time from our house and the woods were fairly well delineated by fences at one side, the stream at the other and the timber yard and the road through the village at a third.
I'd ventured out onto the front to wash the car one morning. From the corner of my beady eye, I spotted some suspicious chalk markings on the pavement and a cable tie fastened to the gatepost on our drive.
I wandered over and as I bent over to closely examine the chalk marks.......you know the rest.
I wandered over and as I bent over to closely examine the chalk marks.......you know the rest.
cobra kid said:
I'd ventured out onto the front to wash the car one morning. From the corner of my beady eye, I spotted some suspicious chalk markings on the pavement and a cable tie fastened to the gatepost on our drive.
I wandered over and as I bent over to closely examine the chalk marks.......you know the rest.
You got bummed by two dogs that had been tied together? I wandered over and as I bent over to closely examine the chalk marks.......you know the rest.
cobra kid said:
I'd ventured out onto the front to wash the car one morning. From the corner of my beady eye, I spotted some suspicious chalk markings on the pavement and a cable tie fastened to the gatepost on our drive.
I wandered over and as I bent over to closely examine the chalk marks.......you know the rest.
Look, we've been through this a million times - despite them apparently emailing you to say that your property is eligible for connection, despite you hoping you've seen their vans in the district, despite your imagination running away with you thinking random marks on the road mean they're actually going to somehow appear and do some work.....just face the facts, and accept the cold hard rational truth that Gigaclear don't actually exist. The whole phenomenon is just a case of the superstitious and gullible being taken in by unscrupulous charlatans.I wandered over and as I bent over to closely examine the chalk marks.......you know the rest.
Douglas Quaid said:
This thread will very quickly become filled with people telling stories about odd things that have happened to them with other people telling them that they’re imagined it.
Very true, one of the worst aspects of PH is the number of people who deny the existence of anything that they have not experienced.Recently driving along a road in Sicily and in front was a really old tractor 1930s, completely brown,with all the rust. It was no more than 100m in front. When we turned the corner it had completely disappeared. No turn offs, nothing to hide behind, completely flat ground either side of the road. Both of my passengers commented at the same time as to where the hell had it gone
Shambler said:
Recently driving along a road in Sicily and in front was a really old tractor 1930s, completely brown,with all the rust. It was no more than 100m in front. When we turned the corner it had completely disappeared. No turn offs, nothing to hide behind, completely flat ground either side of the road. Both of my passengers commented at the same time as to where the hell had it gone
VtechWe've had this thread before....
https://www.pistonheads.com/gassing/topic.asp?h=0&...
Sure it was only last year.... Google says 8yrs ago since the last story....
https://www.pistonheads.com/gassing/topic.asp?h=0&...
Sure it was only last year.... Google says 8yrs ago since the last story....
Edited by Ambleton on Monday 12th December 17:23
K87 said:
Douglas Quaid said:
This thread will very quickly become filled with people telling stories about odd things that have happened to them with other people telling them that they’ve imagined it.
Very true, one of the worst aspects of PH is the number of people who deny the existence of anything that they have not experienced.Gassing Station | The Lounge | Top of Page | What's New | My Stuff