Peter Paget - The Welsh Triangle Revisited

THE WELSH TRIANGLE REVISITED

By PETER PAGET

The Welsh Triangle Revisited

Peter Paget 2018

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peterpaget2012@yahoo.co.uk

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Original version published by, Panther Granada 1979. Twice reprinted, 1980.

Rewritten and updated 2018

Also by Peter Paget:

The Welsh Triangle (Five Editions Granada, Panther, Grafton, 1979-1989)

UFO UK 1980 New English Library Edition)

UFO UK Updated (Expected 2018 paperback and eBook editions)

Secret Life of a Spook (2016 Createspace & eBook editions)

Contributed to:

The Ufonauts (1979 Panther),

Crop Circles Revealed (2001 USA Edition)

The original book was dedicated to my former wife Jane, without whose endless help and encouragement its production would have been impossible.

This new version is dedicated to all those noble warriors of the Internet who seek to wake up humanity to the reality, which surrounds them on a daily basis.

CONTENTS

Acknowledgments

The presentation of this book would not have been possible without the kind assistance of over 3,000 people, sincere and intelligent citizens, who have written to me during the years of 1977 to 1979 reporting their sightings and experiences. I would like to thank those families in the West Wales area who have given so freely and generously of their time and hospitality in the course of the research that has resulted in this book: in particular, Billy and Pauline Coombs and their family; Rose and Hayden Granville of the Haven Fort Hotel; and the residents of the villages of Little Haven and Broad Haven and the good townspeople of Haverfordwest and Milford Haven.

I am grateful especially to my friend and colleague (the late) Professor Hans Holzer, of New York, for his ceaseless enthusiasm and his contribution towards our work; and special thanks go to Commander H. Penrose, Mrs D. Mills and my fellow researchers into this, the worlds most baffling mystery. Sincere gratitude, also to Pauline Penn and my former wife Jane for secretarial, editorial and research assistance.

The new version owes much to the technical support of Paul Georgian and to Tania T for editorial and computing services in which I myself am now a dinosaur, having studied it back only in its beginnings.

Thanks also go to my wife and family and my colleague Col. John Paul Forrestal, (USAF Retired), plus many others who send me information constantly.

Introduction

Sleepy Welsh villages, rolling golden sands set against the stark, jagged Pembrokeshire coastline. A scene of beautiful tranquillity, overlooking the Atlantic Ocean and St Brides Bay, littered with rocks and islands; a haven for coastal shipping in times of storm.

Isolated, unspoilt, untouched and remote. The sort of place where you take your kids on holiday. Hardly the setting for a most startling series of events which, occurred during 1977 and 1978 and, indeed, continue to this day. For here in the quiet Welsh countryside, took place a scenario involving aliens from outer space, the British and American governments, possibly even the Russians.

For those of us who have studied UFOs, a term that superseded the original Flying Saucers of Kenneth Arnold fame in 1947, the UFO trail is a long, arduous and highly frustrating one. What we know has always been dwarfed by the magnitude of the questions left unanswered. It would seem that seventy years or more of research, diligent collating of every known fact and intensive investigation have left us with precious little for our efforts. Everyone is waiting for a breakthrough.

When I first came to hear of the story that I am about to relate, I was editor of one of the leading UFO magazines. I was familiar with the majority of events, reported daily in different parts of the world, of inexplicable sightings of aerial craft, even landings and reports of strange people seen emerging from them. Information flowed in from press cutting services, from more than fifty specialist magazines published all over the western world and from personal contacts with researchers in other countries. Strangely, it was with almost complete disregard that I first noticed the occasional report coming from the areas of the Welsh coastline: such sightings as, red, green and white lights, reported by coastguards, over the Bristol Channel. I dismissed them! They were too easy to explain. Every aircraft caries these colours. They were obviously a misidentification.

However, more reports confronted the British public: Terror Triangle, heralded The Sun newspaper. Giant Spacemen, the Western Mail. UFOs Galore, the Daily Express. This smoke could not possibly be substantiated by anything less than some fire.

Had the silly season broken out in rural Wales? Was Fleet Street hard-pushed for a news story? Obviously not, for reports were coming in from school teachers, indeed whole classes of schoolchildren numbering fourteen or more; doctors, firemen, police - people who are trained observers were seeing the identical phenomena sighted by ordinary people. Something was obviously going on and, amazingly, nobody seemed the slightest bit interested.

Or were they?

My first trip to Wales revealed little more than I already knew by reading the newspapers. I spoke to the school children at Broad Haven Primary School, every one of them. Yes, all this was as reported in the Observer Colour Supplement. I saw the pictures the children had drawn independently of each other, showing the same silver, circular landed craft, with two individuals coming from it and examining the local sewerage facility which lay just a field away from the school.

Could 14 independent minds between the ages of nine and 11 years old, without commercial incentive and uncluttered by the psychological stress common in our society, produce such uniformity of account? Highly unlikely! Could they have seen a helicopter and mistaken it for some spacecraft, for they were certain that this is what it was? Such trivial thoughts were quickly dismissed by a minor argument between two of the children as to whether my car was a Lotus Europa or an Esprit. Having correctly settled between them that it was a Europa, they had succeeded in convincing me that their precision of observation left no room for the possibility of the sighted object having been a helicopter. Indeed, these kids would probably have known the make and country of origin of any aircraft.

Their teacher, Mrs Morgan, a homely and friendly woman, was a little reluctant at first, but later helpful in her approach to what had happened. I sensed that here lay perhaps a little more than shyness or embarrassment. I was aware that, in the press, only the children had been reported as having seen the object. She led me to one side. I saw it too, you know, she said. It was real!

Her eyes questioned my reaction, expecting a rebuff. Of course it was, I said reassuringly. She smiled, her anxiety turned into relief. At least somebody believed her. She went on, You know, when they went, a little whirlwind of dust came across the playground. She paused. It was almost as if they were saying goodbye.

I felt moved. There was something about the way she related the story, a simple sighting that I had read from many parts of the world many times before. It was very clear to me that her experience had touched her deeply; had given her some kind of profound realization. It was, perhaps, the kind of thing so many of us spend half our lives searching for; the unquestionable certainty that somewhere, we dont know where, there is somebody else, something else - out there!