Only the close-minded have certainty. I cannot approach the crop circles with a closed mind. The delight in the crop circles is in the not knowing.

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After more than twenty years of focussed involvement with the crop circles I am delighted to confess that I do not know what is going on here. I have many ideas, hypotheses and speculations but I realise (and perhaps this is the charm of this phenomenon) that they are all hollow! Anyone who claims “to know”, anyone who professes “certainties”, is either a fool or a liar. This, I suppose, is as clear a statement of my position as is possible.

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August 12, 2015 |

Down the rabbit hole

Looking back over the crop circle years I realise that what has depressed me most (even more than the hollow claims of the man-made fundamentalists) is the way so many approach a circle with their minds switched off, their tongues ready to wag and – above all – their eyes closed. The Alton Barnes Rabbit of 14th July 2015 [1] proves my point. This unique little formation showed a stylised, almost cartoon-like, bunny rabbit placed within a circular frame.

July 26, 2015 |

The Square Recircled

To my delight I found that the 2015 season had kicked off on 9th April, with a crop circle in the magic field at Barbury Castle. Images can be found on the Crop Circle Connector but, for personal reasons I am unable to include one here. I believe my survey (1) is accurate. The first formation of each season is greeted with great excitement and this one was remarkable in several respects. First, it arrived in green Oilseed Rape. I could be mistaken, but I do not recall a circle appearing before the crop had ripened to produce its golden flowers. Second, it landed in virtually the precise location of the 2008 Pi formation, falling, as did its predecessor, across the field’s bridle path, shown here in green. This is an exceptional occurrence.

June 20, 2015 |

Incongruous Siblings

This site has been silent for too long and I must start here with an explanation and, perhaps, an apology. The 2014 crop circle season was my twenty-fifth and was, for me, the darkest and most depressing I have ever experienced. Not, of course, for the crop circles themselves which were as enigmatic, inventive and compelling as ever, but for the behaviour and activities of what used to be called the “crop circle community” – a phrase to be used now only ironically and with a raised eyebrow.

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