The Glenferness Hand
It was late August 2014 and myself and my partner Mel were on
holiday in Scotland. We had rented a 19th century log cabin on
the Glenferness Estate
(http://www.aboutscotland.com/glenferness/studio.html)
The cabin is right at the top of a steep winding
footpath down to the River Findhorn, a beautiful sight
The cabin
The days had great weather and we would walk down the footpath
steps, past an ancient Pictish stone (‘The Princess Stone’
https://www.megalithic.co.uk/article.php?sid=7225)
to a narrow parapet-like path that began around halfway down the
Findhorn steep gorge cliffs and stretched for quite a
distance.
The Findhorn river
A short way along this path was a wrought iron bench, like a
garden bench. It was rusted and must also have been C19th. It
was hot and we decided to sit for a while. Soon after we sat
down next to each other we both jumped up simultaneously. ‘What
was that!’ we both seemed to shout this or something similar out
simultaneously, and it was gone.
We were both
looking down at the bench. Behind it was the sheer crag rock
face of the cliff. Something had sprung out between us and
grabbed Mel on the hip before disappearing back again.
We both shared what we had seen in the split second
of the experience: It had grabbed Mel at the waste hip area, she
felt the pressure of a large hand, that had tried to pull or
grab her body. Mel jumped up with fright from the iron bench.
At first, she thought it was my hand, but I also had
jumped up at the same time at what I had seen. A hand, like that
of an ape. It had brownish red hair with pointed fingers. Human
sized. There and then gone in an instant. It came from the cliff
edge but there were no openings or fissures, holes, gaps. It was
solid stone (granite maybe).
Mel also had seen a
quick glimpse of brown fur as she jumped up from the bench. To
say we were confused would be an understatement.
The bench, well, a very similar one.....
The Findhorn river again
This experience really filled our discussions. Over the couple
of days that we were there we discovered there is a much older
legend to The Princess Stone and each night the skies were clear
and we saw some extraordinary movements of light that were not
satellites or shooting stars. We also discovered that a bend in
the river near the bench was named Deadman’s Pool.
Inside the cabin
(We took all the photos are by ourselves and are free for
you to use. The exception is the image of an iron bench which is
not the one we sat on but just an example to give you an idea).
Mel W
Paul Sinclair
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