My attempt at a Scottish accent in the title. Me, Martin, wee Mary and John pulled up by the gate to walk down to the stream when this craft appeared to form out of the cloud itself. It hovered over us for a minute, then enveloped us in a chilly green mist. We were spun around like in a slow spindrier, and kept bumping into haggises and sheep in equal measure. Martin and I found ourselves wearing Kilts (I can't post those pics cos we were upside down a lot of the time). The sheep tied us down and forced a bottle of the local malt down our throats then ******** with Martin.
Then nearly as suddenly as it started, the mist evapourated and we were left standing by the gate with wee Mary saying "I'm just going tae dander doon by the river a wee bit", and everything was normal again.
OK, it's a lenticular cloud..
Thanks for looking, all coments and critique welcome as always
Stephen the noo