Birmingham UFO Group Report
Author: Dave Hodrien
Release Date: 07/01/2015
Note: For reasons of anonymity pseudonyms have been used for most witnesses
Brian first got in touch with me in July 2014. In his initial E-Mail he shared with me details of several incredible sounding UFO related incidents. Over the following months I discussed these and other incidents with him in detail. It became clear that Brian has not only had numerous close encounters with UFOs and beings throughout his life, but may also be a contactee. In late 2014 and early 2015 I was able to speak with other family members via both phone and E-Mail who have provided their own testimonies of these events.
Invisible UFO Landing
Back when Brian was 18 he and his younger brother Peter were in the Royal Marines. Brian had provided me with a great amount of information about his military service, however it has been omitted on request for confidentiality reasons.
It was 4th January 1959 and Brian and Peter’s two week period of leave happened to overlap by a week (Peter’s leave commencing one week prior to Brian’s). Brian’s younger brother Steve travelled to Portsmouth by motorbike to take Peter back to his barracks. Brian took Peter’s railway warrant and travelled to Southsea Railway Station to meet with both of his brothers. It was his intention to say goodbye to Peter before returning home with Steve.
Brian arrived at the station but found that his brothers were not there. It was quite a while before Steve finally turned up alone on the bike. He informed Brian that the bike had incurred a front tyre puncture. Unfortunately because of the delay to the journey Peter had continued on his way to the barracks as it was already very late, so Brian never got to say goodbye to him.
By the time Steve and Brian set off for home it was past midnight. They left Portsmouth riding along the A3. It was a bitter cold night and Brian clung to the back of Steve to shield himself from the blast of freezing cold air. At the time he was only wearing a lightweight summer jacket because other than his uniform he possessed few civilian clothes. He sat in silence thinking about his own return to his barracks due to take place a week later. Steve would not have been able to hear him anyway because of the speed they were going.
The whole route was clear of other road traffic. Eventually they rode around the perimeter of “The Devil’s Punchbowl”. This is a rounded valley on the outskirts of Hindhead. The old A3 used to circle one side of it, but has since been replaced with a tunnel.
As they began to drive around the edge of the “Devil’s Punchbowl”, a valley on the outskirts of Hindhead, Steve brought the bike to a halt on the grass verge. Brian asked him “Problem?” his brother responded saying that “it was a good place to take a breather and spend a penny!” They stood there overlooking the deep bowl-shaped valley stretching away below them. It was a welcome respite from the cold of travelling on the motorbike.
Modern photograph of the Devil’s Punchbowl:
It was at this time that they noticed a strange sound emanating from down in the Punchbowl itself. It was almost musical to the ears. The sound rose and fell in a strange manner and was like nothing they had heard before. It sounded a bit like the sonar of a submarine, but at the same time very different. Both puzzled and curious as to where the sound was coming from they decided to make their way down into the Punchbowl to discover the source of the mysterious noise.
There was an initial steep slope of about 30 feet that they had to descend sitting down. Then with Steve leading the way they were able to