I recently read a hilarious comment on a local newspaper website concerning my research into 'big cats.' Y'know, the usual stuff, some person under a false name claiming that a pig skull I'd found, which belonged to an eaten pig, had in fact not harboured puncture wounds made from a large cat, but the holes were probably made by a meat hook (even though the poor pig had been found on a farm eaten)! The cowardly person then went on to state how the 'men in white coats' should be employed to come and take me away (and then thought it necessary to make quick mention of my 'Beatle haircut' and '60s style of dress ha!) as I had 'no evidence' to prove 'big cats' existed in the wilds of Kent. Of course, what usually happens on these type of message boards is that everyone and their aunt likes to get their point across, mostly those detractors who then begin to ask questions like, "Yeah, this guy hasn't got a clue because if there was a big cat around there would be slaughtered sheep, and paw prints, and scat..." even though I've spent the last 25 years of my life presenting photo's of such evidence. It's a worrying fact that so many people rarely venture beyond their television set nowadays and are all too keen to comment under false names on internet forums when they clearly haven't a clue wehat they are on about, I guess we can call them the 'X-Factore generation' of cavemen, those kind of people who have a nose that must be so large that they can't see beyond it. I recently spoke to a contact of mine towards the Tonbridge area - a chap who spends a lot of his time in the Kent wilds tracking deer - and he said that he recently bumped into a local man who scoffed at the possibility of there being deer in his neck of the woods. When my comment pointed to the unusual tracks in the mud, the local man said "Well, there is probably only one deer around..." but then fell silent when my friend told him there were probably several hundred, if not more, which he backed up by showing a film of the delightful animals. My friend then mentioned the large cat seen to which the local chap laughed, despite the fact my contact had photo's of several deer carcasses tha had been killed with a throat bite, the fur rasped and ribs sheared off. The local chap clearly had to rethink, especially when my friend then produced leopard scat consisting of deer fur. There are white deer in those woods too, and yet so rarely seen despite their pure white coats. It's great that such animals can shy away from cumbersome man, and it gives us a sense of the good ol' days when forests in England were real forests, harbouring lynx, bear, wolf and boar. However, most of these animals have been wiped out, but it's great to see the boar back. "Boar??!!" the local man questioned, "Ha! Pull the other one," he said, "there are no boar around Tunbridge Wells." And once again my friend produced the evidence, some lovely up close and personal photographs of boar - a small group of rather docile creatures that were more than happy to be photographed. These animals, according to my friend, had been shoo'ed away recently from a local school. It seems the boar are spreading. Authorities tend to not give official statistics when it comes to boar, in the past a majority of the animals have bene dismissed by authorities, despite the fact that many escaped from farms when a severe storm hit Kent in 1987. Most of these boar spread throughout East Kent and over into the marshy areas of Sussex such as Rye. At the time mock warnings were posted in local woods as part of a campaign to warn parents and dog walkers not to approach such 'savage beasts'. Sure, boar damage crops, and in some cases golf courses, but again, these animals were here long before us, then wiped out by man. In Sussex folklore such creatures were known as water dragons, they were feared due to their aggressive behaviour when approached. It seems that the boar have spread towards Tunbridge Wells, and also Sevenoaks, and yet people rarely see them. I wonder how much more naive can people get in regards to what animals lurk in our woods, mind you, a majority of these sceptics are the ignorant sort who seem to think that 'big cat' researchers believe lions and tigers exist in the local woods. I admit, a majority of big cat researchers are clueless,they are simply people who've crawled out of the woodwork over the last few years and lay claim to having investigating such animals for decades, when all they do is take the occasional stroll through their local woods. There are also some who believe that 'big cats' are supernatural, the most ludicrous suggestion I've ever heard, and then there are those overweight camo' folk who have made it their life's work to find a body of a 'big cat', and one can see why so many scoff at such souls, in the same way people laughed at the UFO anorak brigade, but it also a concern when some people refuse to look at any evidence presented to them, and there are also those 'country folk' who wouldn't even know what leopard scat looked like. So, it's a vicious circle, whether it's big cats, or once native species such as boar, or even thriving deer populations, there will always be a sceptic...the type of person who looks at an eaten deer carcass and claims it was a fox, and then looks at an eaten fox carcass and claims it was a badger,and then looks at an eaten badger carcass...in a tree, and claims a person put it there, and then claims that the puncture marks in the throat must have been made by a meat hook, and that the paw print next to the tree was made by a dog, and that the scat consisting of deer fur was probably owl pellet...and it goes on and on...but hey, where would we be without these blind idiots ? Everyone loves a debate, but when will some people realise that the animals people call 'big cats' are simply flesh and blood animals and not something akin to the Loch Ness Monster. Not even a body or film footage will suffice, because someone will always say, "Well, that probably escaped from a zoo...", there's just no pleasing a prat, and it's as simple as that I'm afraid. Photo copyright James Mitson

Okay, so the rumours circulated that there was a lion on the loose near Clacton in Essex. How many more stories like this are going to be followed up by droves of police officers and reported on my drama hungry papers ? It's a sorry state of affairs, and it's hysteria that makes a mockery of my research because when investigators, as usual, find no evidence of the lion king, everyone starts laughing and saying that there are no large cats roaming Britain. So let's  look at the details.

Someone claimed they'd seen a lion in a field a few days ago. The story spread like wildfire, newspapers got involved, my phone started to ring, the police turned up at the location, photographs of the 'beast' began being passed around and so was born the 'Lion of Essex' legend...another unfounded scare akin to the Shooter's Hill cheetah, The Edgware Tiger, the Winchmore Hill lioness, the Sydenham leopard blah blah blah. Yep, the police had every right to investigate it as it was a matter of public safety but surely such a fuss wasn't necessary. A couple of animal trackers would have sufficed because if anyone knows anything about cats, lions do not behave in an incredibly elusive manner, lions would seek large prey and also seek a pride, and lions DO NOT inhabit the wilds of Britain, neither do tigers, jaguars or cheetahs.

There are three suggestions for the Essex lion story - 1) maybe, just maybe there had been a lion that had escaped from a zoo/private collection - or if you read some of the papers, a circus which had stopped by a few weeks previous. 2) there was no lion at all, just a bunch of witnesses who didn't have a clue what they were seeing or maybe had nothing better to do than make it up, 3) judging by a couple of reports in which witnesses described seeing a tan-coloured cat with a white chest, a puma may have been involved. Whatever the truth, if there was a lion roaming Essex - it would no doubt be used to being hand-reared, lacking excerise and keen to feast on those mutant's with their swept over fringes, white teeth and small percentage of brain cells. If a lion had been roaming Essex then the police would not have called off the search. If a lion had bene roaming Essex it would have been heard roaring on numerous occasions, would have been on the prowl for livestock, and would have left behind a few very large prints. Lions are not elusive hunters that climb trees. Lions are bloody big animals.

A few people fell for the photoshopped images floating around the internet. Newspaper reporters and tv crews flocked to the scene, once again falling for it hook, line and sinker and when no animal turned up, the sceptics mocked, scoffing at those foolish enough there would be big cats in the wild. Of course, despite this farcical affair, it doesn't explain the fact as to why for the last two-hundred or so years, peope have reported seeing large black cats, and slightly smaller puma-like cats around Ongar Marshes, Epping Forest, Brentwood etc. It also doesn't explain that in the last week I've received 11 reports of black leopard from various parts of Kent and Sussex and none of these were investigated by police helicopters.

What people need to realise is that there are smaller exotic cats roaming the UK, but stories pertaining to lions, tigers and cheetahs must be taken with a pinch of salt, and if by chance a lion does turn up in the local woods, then it has simply escaped from somewhere and will be recaptured usually with the use of a tranquilliser, or sadly shot dead. Over the years lions, tigers and the like have escaped from private menageries, zoo parks and the occasional circus, but they don't escsper and then live forever more in our wilds - can you imagine a tiger escaping from a zoo and then exisiting in your local wood for years without detection ? It doesn't happen. Mind you, if a black leopard cub, or puma kitten was released it could survive easily in the wilds of the UK, there's plenty of food and cover, but these animals exist by using stealth.

Give it a few months and another big cat scare story will hit the newspapers, televsion reporters will turn up to the scene in their droves waiting for the cat to emerge from the shadows and give an interview, and the 'big cat' hunters/researchers will arrive in camo' gear, salivating at the thought of being involved in another 'mystery.' It happens all the time. One of the only occasions the story turned out to be nothing more than fiction was in 2001 when a lynx was found in Cricklewood in London. It was underweight and had an injured back leg, suggesting it had been kept illegally as a pet - but the newspapers and the like had a field day and I really felt sorry for the animal as it was hunted through the back gardens of leafy London, but thankfully the animal was only tranquillised and was sent off to a zoo. In 2005 when a man claimed he was attacked by a leopard in his garden at Sydenham, police tured up with taser guns...it left me asking who was the biggest threat, a cat which had probably not been in the area whatsoever, or the police and the press, eager to create another witch-hunt. 

I was contacted today by a man who asked me whether I knew anything about a lynx that was found dead on the outskirts of Chatham in 1926. It was a new one on me I must admit, and I'm hoping that a search of newspaper archives will reveal more. Even so, the most fascinating aspect of the story was that the man (a farmer) who found the carcass took it for analysis to 'a zoo.' The lynx had in fact been shot on his farm in an area 'not far from the high road' and it was rumoured to have escaped from captivity although this was never verified. It's these older reports which intrigue me more because they prove that there have been sightings of 'big cats' in the Kent wilds for a long, long time, and yet sceptics are very keen to dismiss the modern reports as if they are part of some hysteria or mass hallucination. It also brought to mind the case of a lynx, housed in a Bristol museum, which was shot dead in the 1800s and then stuffed.

On Sunday 5th August a complete sceptic to such reports had his own strange encounter. At 9:00 am the witness in question was leaving Istead Rise, and driving a long the Weotham Road when suddenly in front of his car a large black cat, which he described as 'panther' casually strolled, from one field to the other. The witness was absoloutely stunned by the sighting. As were the two golfers recently at Dungeness who were on their local course when a lynx stared stright at them before moving off into undergrowth. Daylight sightings are not unheard of, cats still like to bask in the sun or move from a to b before laying up somehwre. In the last two weeks there have been 16 'big cat' sightings reported to me, and half of these were made in broad daylight, including a black leopard near Blue Bell Hill another from Shadoxhurst in Ashford in which a woman reported seeing a black leopard rummaging through the sacks at the end of her drive. The cat measured over three-feet in length and the tail alone was 2-ft long.

A majority of sightings take place at night and often involve motorists. For instance, a black leopard was seen on 22nd July  at 9:10 pm near Hucking my a woman in her car - the cat turned and crossed a field a short distance away, whilsy fifty minutes later but in Rusthall, Tunbridge Wells, another female motorist reported seeing a big, black cat that crossed an unlit road, but then spotted the car headlights and turned back. One of the most impressive sightings however took place on the 24th July at Goudhurst. The couple in question had throw a chicken carcass into their garden to feed the local foxes when during the early hours the security light came on. The witness looked out of the window and could hear a strange snuffling noise and was then shocked to see a massive black cat. When the light went off the cat bounded away.

When you receive as many eye witness reports over the years as what I have, you find it impossible to dismiss every one. Not every witness is out to perpetrate a hoax and not every witness gets it wrong. A few decades ago a naturalist who was investigating the Surrey puma leegnd claimed that all the witnesses were seeing dogs!! This theory is incredibly bizarre - I don't know of many stray labradors roaming the remote corners of Kent of a night and whilst dogs do get loose, they do not resemble 'panthers' in broad daylight. And they most certainly do not lick prey clean and leave fang marks. The photo below shows the skull of a pig killed in Sussex. The unfortunate victim was stripped clean, and there are two deep puncture marks on the lower jaw. In the same area foxes, ducks and deer have been found eaten, scratch marks discovered  6-ft up a tree and unusual scat also found. As I often say to sceptics, if you can tell me what animal did this I'd love to hear from you, although there is only one animal that would leave these type of signs. I'm sure however that there'll still be those among you who say "There's no evidence..."

I'm hoping that a number of people who read this blog were interested by the wallaby sighting caught on film recently near Ashford, at Pluckley. A lot of people have questioned as to wether such marsupials exist in Kent, dewspite the fact many escaped from enclosures when we had the storm in '87. The excellent footage can be found at: http://www.kentonline.co.uk/kentonline/news/2012/may/10/wallaby_spotted_in_pluckley.aspx

I was recently asked by someone why there's no 'big cat' footage as clear as the footage concerning the wallaby. A wallaby is a relatively shy creature but certainly not of the intelligence of an animal such as a black leopard or puma. A large cat most certainly would not walk up to someone, especially if they have a dog in tow. The wallaby may have been curious or simply unaware of the witness, and judging by the footage the woman's dog didn't have a clue what was going on!

It would be interesting to see if any eaten wallaby carcasses turn up - in Australia where there are many sightings of so-called 'big cats' every year - wallabies are ideal prey for an elusive predator.

Over the last month there have been some interesting 'big cat' sightings. One particular active area is Bearsted at Maidstone, a rural village thick in woods that stretch for miles. We are unsure as to whether the animals een recently at Blue Bell Hill is the same animal seen roaming Bearsted, but the area could provide suffcient habitat for a female with cubs. At the end of April a man jogging at 7:30 pm stopped dead in his tracks when he saw, up ahead about 20 metres away, a large black animal side-on on the pathway. Bavely, or some would say foolishly, the man sprinted to where the animal had slinked into the undergrowth but could find no trace of the animal as there had been long grass and woodland. A prime example of how stealthy a cat can be. There has also been a sighting near Penshurst where in the past paw prints have been cast. There have also been sightings near Mereworth, the site of an ancient and vast woodland.

Did anyone read about the recent sheep killings in Yorkshire whcih many tabloids covered ? It seems that a lot of people were keen to blame a 'big cat' for the carnage despite the fact the photographs shown online suggested nothing of the sort. Around 20 sheep were said to have bene savaged in a night, which sounds to me like the work of several marauding dogs. One photo I saw of a killed sheep showed no signs that a large cat had been present meanwhile recent photographs of alleged 'big cat' remains in Scotland have divided opinion. An animal - measuring more than 2ft in length -and have a set of seemingly fearsome fangs - was found dead by a man walking. The pointed, 18 in long tail, seemed to get a few people thinking that the animal was a cub of a large cat, but a lot of people upon seeing the photo's suggested it was a dead otter.

I think that's it's important, either way, for people to know what they are finding in the wilds of the UK - animals do die, but in 99% of cases are scavenged and decompose very quickly, but it's amazing how many people miss signs of local nature let alone a presence of a large, predatory cat. Wherever you go it's always worth taking photo's of anything unusual you find.

The Easter period has been extremely busy regarding reported sightings of what the newspapers like to call 'big cats'. I'm sure the sceptics and detractors will be eager to give this post a 1 star out 5 rating, but these blog posts are merely being put out there for the interest of those interested, and the sceptics who wish to learn more.

In the last four days there have been sightings of black leopard at Aylesford, Harrietsham, Sheppey, and Ashford - unlikely to be one solitary cat doing the rounds, crossing strong rivers etc. There IS more than one black leopard prowling Kent and yet I recently watched a hilarious interview with a zoo keeper who stated categorically that if there were leopards roaming England then there'd be slaughtered livestock everywhere. What complete rubbish. Leopards could easily survive on a diet of rabbit 9there'd be no remains either), pheasants, pigeons, and deer, we know this because of the scat we've found consisting of deer fur etc. In 2001 I worked with Chris Packham. Now, I'm of the opinion that Mr Packham may, deep down, believe that there are puma and lynx roaming the UK, and yet when they interviewed a 'big cat' keeper down at Marwell Zoo, the guy dismissed sightings of leopard in the UK, stating there was no evidence. It's rather sad that no-one actually looks at the abundance of evidence being presented, and then whe the evidence does come to light they say it's probably from an escaped cat!!! Bizarre.

Anyway, the sightings of the Sheppey black leopard persist despite the naysayers, and every report made over the Easter holiday was of a black cat in broad daylight. The Ashford report concerned a couple driving back from Rye when the animal bounded across a field. The female witness reported seeing the blotchy markings under the dark coat - these markings being the rosette pattern. The Harrietsham sighting concerned a young girl who saw a huge black cat pacing near a dead tree. She ran all the way home to tell her parents. At Aylesford several young children reported seeing a massive black cat in their garden. So, can we assume that all these witnesses are hallucinating ? Sure, eye witness reports can be taken with a pinch of salt but there are thousands of reports of 'big cats', some by police officers, some by government scientists and conservationists, others made by doctors, and some even by sceptical folk.

I've always been happy to answer any questions sceptics may have regarding so-called 'big cats' in the wilds of the UK. The case for the existence of 'big cats' in the UK can no longer be doubted, I just wish that the doubters would actually crawl out from under the nose they can't see any further than, and look at the evidence.

I recall a few years ago that on the outskirts of London there had been numerous reports of domestic cats being killed, and in most cases eaten. Bromley, Bexley, Orpington, Petts Wood, etc, had various so-called 'cat rippings'. Instead of looking at the evidence the local press, and even the police, decided a cat serial killer was on the loose! A criminal psychologist was called in in an attempt to find the killer! Clearly, judging by some of the carcasses that were found, a large predatory cat was responsible - the puncture marks in the throat, the rasped flesh - but, after hitting too many dead ends, the local authorities blamed a fox!!!! So, what started happening ? People started killing foxes. The 'phantom cat ripper' moved on, but domestic cats were still being killed around the area.

There have been numerous reports in and around London of so-called 'big cats'. People scoff at the idea that a large cat could roam the capital - now, I'd never expect a lepard, puma et al, to be walking through Oxford Street, far from it, but the outskirts of the capital have several green, heavily wooded areas. Sydenham, Abbey Wood, Belvedere, and of course Surrey, are areas a large cat would prowl at night getting from A to B. In the '60s London was also the place where people kept such cats as pets. And in abundance. There are so many stories of people owning exotic cats, and I've put several of these in my latest book Mystery Animals of the British Isles: London. I was amazed at just how many people owned exotic cats, mainly puma and smaller cats, and kept them in their homes. I'm sure most of you will recall the fantastic story of Christian the lion cub who was purchased from Harrods Dept Store. But many of you will not recall the abundance of other cases where people owned exotic animals, so the book is worth a read if you're interested in 'big cat' stories and London's more beastly aspects of folklore.

Mystery Animals of the British Isles: London is available from Amazon.co.uk  etc

 

When I conduct lectures and write books about my research into 'big cats', people often come up to me and ask me why I became a 'monster hunter'. Mind you, some people also ask me, "How the hell is being a 'monster hunter' a full-time job ?", haha! As I've mentioned previously, I began collecting data on 'big cat' sightings across the south-east when I was about 9, and through one or two full-time jobs I continued to write and to investigate as well as research sightings of a more folkloric nature. 'Big cats' in the woods of Kent, etc, are very much real animals, but I was always interested in monsters as a kid - as most kids should be - unless today of course they get sucked into the atrocities of programmes such as The X-Factor! Anyway, a few years ago I walked out of my appalling day job and realised there must be more to life than the 9-5 and the stresses and strains, and it was whilst working one day that I heard myself on the radio that I thought to myself, "I can't carry on doing this...." So, as Christmas came I collected my thoughts, and went back to my job...for a couple of hours....then walked out, and never looked back. I'm of the opinion that if you can find a niche in life, or at least have a shade of originality then you might get somewhere doing the things you love. Mind you, the biggest inspiration of all, came via my dad and grandad who, as a kid, often told me ghost stories. Everybody - whether you believe in them or not - loves the idea of a mystery - unless one is blinkered by what newspapers and tv programmes tell you. Even so, I come from a big family where there is lots of tradition and old fashioned values. As a kid three things changed the course of my life. One was a movie called The Legend of Boggy Creek, a '70s US flick made in a docu-drama style way which, so many years ago, was way ahead of its time and paved the way for modern films such as The Blair Witch Project. The Legend Of Boggy Creek was a creepy, low-budget movie about a Bigfoot-type monster roaming the river bottoms of Arkansas. Around the same time I was given a book by a relative of mine, and the book was called A Dictionary of Monsters & Mysterious Beasts, and was written by a Carey Miller. The book was an a-z of bizarre creatures, mostly mythical, but some allegedly true, such as the yeti and the Loch Ness monster, and I devoured it greedily as my mind worked overtime. However, the main turning point for me came when one dark night my dad took me to a place between Rochester and Maidstone called Blue Bell Hill. Now, I'm sure most of you readers have heard about the Blue Bell Hill ghost story, in fact if you type it in on Google or look at a majority of British or Kent-based ghost books you'll get so much information. Sadly, much of this information is incorrect, but the story - when I was a kid - freaked me out but also intrigued me. The village of Blue Bell Hill and its surrounding woods is ancient. The village is divided, by a dual carriageway, into two parts, the Lower Bell (where there is a pub) and the Upper Bell, near the crematorium.

According to my dad, and so many people there is a ghost story attached to this old hill which concerns a phantom hitchhiker. The legend is that many years ago a girl - who was due to be married - was killed on the hill in a terrible car accident - which also claimed the lives of two other women, her friends - whilst one girl survived. This is in fact a true event which took place in the November of 1965. It would seem that since this accident people have encountered a girl on the hill, and they say that she wears the bridal dress (or according to some people the ghost is one of the bridesmaids) she never got to wear on her wedding day. The main ghost story which people have passed down over the years is that a girl in a whitish dress thumbs a lift on the hill but vanishes from the backseat. According to the legend when people go to the house where she asked to be dropped off, they find out that the elderly couple who own the house "get this sort of thing all the time" but then go on to mention that the girl is their daughter....who died many years ago. A great spine-tingling ghost story and a tale that stuck with me for many years, until I found out that most of the details are completely incorrect. It seems that in most cases, what actually happens on the hill is that people knock a girl down in their vehicle but when they look under their car there is no sign of a girl (two separate incidents which took place in 1992 involved an Ian Sharpe and Chris Dawkins who knocked down a girl on different parts of the hill). The woman they describe does not wear a bridal gown of any kind. Now, many people love this story but it's not until you delve into some mysteries that you find that the facts are in fact far stranger than the fiction many reporters, authors and ghost story tellers would have you believe. It's highly unlikely that the girl on the hill is the spirit of the woman (or women) that were killed in 1965, especially as there are accounts of a girl from the hill dating back several decades before the crash. I believe the Blue Bell Hill ghost story - which changed my life - is a product of urban legend in most cases and that over the years the local newspapers have unintentionally embeeded the idea of athe girl in a bridal dress into the psyche of the Kentish community. It became a Chinese whisper.

When I heard this story as a child I became obsessed with Blue Bell Hill and now I know the place like the back of my hand and spend many days and nights there investigating reports of a creature that, rather hilariously became known as the 'beast of Blue Bell Hill'. during the late '90s. Blue Bell Hill is a rather strange area, steeped in history it harbours the fascinating and ancient Kits Coty House and Little Kits Coty House - mysterious sets of stones. There are many legends pertaining to these stones. The village also harbours several other ghost stories, one concerning a very young girl who was knocked down in 1974, another from 1993 in which an entire family whilst travelling up the Old Chatham Road encountered an old hag-type horror - a figure that has been seen a handful of times on the hill. There are also tales of phantom hounds, a giant hair-covered creature (not just the local flasher on the loose!), a flying jellyfish and crop circles. Sure, most of these tales are far-fetched but they add to the mystery of the hill. The old, overgrown quarries - the dark, spooky lanes, all add to the atmosphere. Add to this a legend or two of a large elusive 'big cat' - and yes, there are one or two in the area, then we have an ideal area for what ghost-hunters would term paranormal activity.

Blue Bell Hill is a lovely area, but the ghost story - like so many ghost stories, has become a classic yet stale legend. A good friend of mine named Sean Tudor has researched the ghost sightings on the hill for many years and uncovered some amazing facts and folklore which stretch way beyond the handful of hitchhiker tales that many of you have been fed over the years. His website www.roadghosts.com looks at some of these tales, but at the moment he is writing an enormous, in-depth book about the spooky hill. It's also worth noting that in my recent book Haunted Maidstone I devote a segment to the Blue Bell Hill area and its levels of high strangeness, but if anyone is brave enough, then please do book a place on my Blue Bell Hill ghost walk, www.bluebellhillghostwalk.blogspot.com  I decided to run these walks on the 2nd sunday of each month but am getting a lot of groups wanting private night tours which are far spookier. The walk lasts two hours, and we go into the woods, around the old stones, and I speak about the ghost sightings as well as look into the reports of 'big cats', and other strange phenomena. If you gave any queries then you can email/call the details on the ghost walk website.

So many places across the world, and especially in the UK have a peculiar aura about them, and Blue Bell Hill is one of those places. If my dad hadn't told me the ghost story when I was a kid, then I probably wouldn't have ended up the person I am today (some would say slightly unhinged ha!), but it's important that kids are given mystery and imagination in their lives, rather than being the product of ignorance. Kids may think wildlife or history, let alone ghost stories, are dull because their idea of entertainment is being put in front of a PC or tv screeen for hours and forced into a trance-like state by a computer game. Nature offers us some real magic, on our doorstep are so many marvels, and who knows, when I'm long gone, I hope deep down that a child may continue to carry the torch and write about and investigate the stories I did when I was their age. And who knows, maybe a trip to Blue Bell Hill could change your life, or at least open your eyes to the mysteries and marvels of nature that lurk just around the corner...

If you've seen a ghost on Blue Bell Hill, or heard of any unusual stories about the area, get in touch at: neil.arnold@live.com

 

 

 

Today I received a phone call. It was like thousands of others I'd received before.

"On saturday 25th February," the man said, "I was driving with my wife from New Romney to Ivychurch. It was about 10:30 pm and we saw a black leopard cub playfully chasing a rabbit. The cat was about 2ft 6" long and had a long tail. It took a swipe at the rabbit but missed and then chased it into the undergrowth and we lost sight of it."

A sceptic, in reply to such a report could easily dismiss such a sighting and say, "He probably saw a domestic cat," but this witness, like a few fortunate others, had had a similar experience before. He continued: "We knew it was a 'panther' - the way it was built but in November 2011 I was driving between Hamstreet and Brenzett on the A2070 and the headlights picked up a set of bright green eyes in the road. I saw a huge animal - it froze in the headlights then leaopt into the undergrowth. It was a massive black cat."

Romney Marsh and much of East Kent has been a hot-bed of sightings for many, many years. When I received this call I still got that adrenalin kick that I got when I took my first ever report of a 'big cat' - when I was 9 years old, which seems like many years ago. Back then, as a kid, it was a time when the 'big cat' situation was a mystery, and the 'beast of Exmoor' a mere whisper on the wind. Newspapers covered the stories because it was new - whereas now, a 'big cat' headline is never far away. Back then there weren't big cat hunters popping up everywhere and those that were seeing such animals weren't coming forward in their droves because a majority of witnesses just ddn't know what they were seeing or what was going on. Nowadays, the 'big cat' phenomenon has embedded itself into British folklore and culture. As a child I never thought that one day I'd be researching these animals full-time - and whilst it's a privilege to do so, the element of mystery isn't what it was once, and in a way it's a good thing because it's now a serious situation, but all those years ago things felt different to my innocent mind.

When I first began researching the sightings it was a hobby - not many people took a 9 year old child seriously - but I knew these animals existed and I vowed that one day I would see one, but even then I knew how difficult it would be. Too many people think they can walk out their back door and see a 'big cat' and when they don't they get incredibly frustrated. The amount of big cat hunters out there who are desperate to see a 'big cat' goes to show how the aims of such people over the years have changed. My motives have never changed - all I wanted to do was make the public aware these animals existed because I'd begun to speak to witnesses who had seen these animals and wanted someone to talk to. I've made many friends over the years, and sadly, it would seem, a few enemies and detractors - I guess if I was still that 9 year old I wouldn't have been the target of cowards and pathetic individuals, but then again, as a 9 year old, I didn't really have a voice either.

As a kid I hoped that one day I would see a large cat - and in the late '90s the local press were running quite a few headlines about a local 'big cat' which they dubbed 'the beast of Blue Bell Hill'. Yep, it's a terrible headline, but I've heard far worse. I recall the Kent Today newspaper at the time running an article after there'd been a sighting at the picnic area which overlooks the Downs at Blue Bell Hill. A couple had been walking along the picnic area one afternoon when a large black cat raced in front of them and headed off down a wooded pathway. As we know, newspapers love these stories and within the next few weeks the 'beast of Blue Bell Hill' became embeded in the psyche of the local populace. Strangely, even sightings at Gravesend, Dartford, etc were dubbed the 'beast of Blue Bell Hill' even though this is on the other side of the river.

At the moment the major tabloids are concentrating their beastly headlines on an area of Gliucestershire where researchers, hunters and the like are setting up cameras etc, in the hope of catching a glimpse of the local beast. I've seen it all before  - it happens every few months - it began with the 'Surrey puma', but since the '60s has happened all over the UK - "the beast of this...., and "the beast of that...." Witnesses come forward - some start reporting things they haven't seen, photographs of muscular domestic cats and blurry blobs start cropping up and then it fades. Nowadays of course there appear to be more concentrated efforts to find these cats - people are buying trigger cameras, there are scent traps etc. When I was a child the occasional police foray into the local woods was as far as it went regarding a search. Back then, nobody wanted these animals caught or categorised - nowadays, that's the only motive.

When the sightings began of a large cat around Blue Bell Hill in the '90s, I'd already marked out the territory of one cat. However, despite so many witnesses ringing me up, I was getting the crank calls too so I had to be careful at the time with regards to giving out locations etc. Things got rather surreal when I was threatened by the local Devil worshippers haha! Even so, one night a relative of mine, whilst travelling near Capstone Park - not far from Hempstead, reported to me he'd seen a large animal protruding from a hedegrow. His son had been with him at the tim and so, hot on the heels I made my way to the area. In most cases I receive sightings hours, or even days later and following these up is unlikley yo produce a personal sighting, but my uncle's report was only an hour or so old. I'll never forget sitting in a vehicle with the headlights on and picking up a set of bright yellow eyes. I'll also never forget seeing those sheep, huddled together in a tight-knit group, and the eyes once again, seemingly with arrogance, glaring back at us. The eyes belonged to an animal that was sitting on its haunches stalking the sheep. I'll never forget slowly getting out the car and watching the sheep scatter and the cat bound off into the distance. It was an amazing experience but I knew I could track this animal and see it again. And I did.

When it comes to research of this kind, it's all very well and good putting reports into a folder otr popping out to the woods a couple of nights a month, but you've got to put yourself out there, become one with nature, eliminate everything else and appreciate your surroundings. I'll never forget melting into the landscape of a farm in the area and seeing the long, dark form a black leopard slink through the fog. The animal had no interest in the sheep on this occasion - it was en route - and it was gone after a few seconds. The more time and effort I put in the more I began to appreciate nature in general - it wasn't just about the 'beast of Blue Bell Hill', it was about understanding. It had been a privilege in 2000 to see this cat twice, but when I saw a different black leopard in 2008, in broad daylight, in the same area, I was gobsmacked. I watched the animal as I surveyed the landscape, and it didn't have a care in the world. It slinked across a field - the same field where I'd watched a fox walk - the long tail, the muscular shoulders, the flat face. It was an inspiring site. I'd found the sheep it had killed just a 1/4 of a mile away - the carcass was fresh (see photo) and rasped clean. The farmer that lost the sheep had never lost a specimen in some 40 years of farming. The cat had preferred rabbit and pheasants, but that night it went for something larger. Bizarrely, by 2008 I'd become accustomed to see unusual cats in the wilds of Kent. I recall becoming good friends with a chap named Ian who lived not far from Higham on the other side of the river. This guy phoned me one night to say that whilst walking his dog he'd been stalked by a large black cat. I took the report with a pinch of salt  - the guy seemed genuine, but when he told me he'd filmed a lynx as well as I had to laugh...until I not only saw the footage, but one summers evening at 8:45 pm saw the lynx for myself. We had been monitoring an area for some months but we never expected this lynx to run across a field in front of us. There were three of us watching that evening - two of us saw the animal as it raced across the field and slinked down into a ditch. It happened lightning fast. It was an area where we had many strange experiences, including being shot at! Nowadays the area, like so many others has changed, but it was clearly a cross-point for at least one species of cat - but both lynx and leopard had been seen there. Then, one evening I was contacted by a hysterical couple who said they'd pulled over by the side of a country lane at Higham and watched a mother and several cubs playing in a field. The reports kept coming. It was not a 'blue Bell Hill beast', just another leopard on its nightly hunt.

I'll never forget the time my father rang me and told me he'd seen a lynx whilst driving home one evening past the local rubbish tip. The cat had been in the hedgerow close to the road and sped off up the field as his car came by. He stopped the car and watched in amazement as the animal reached the top of the field and stopped and looked back at him. The animal's tail wasn't visible from a distance.

Lynx are elusive animals - although they'll take a deer they are more than happy to feed on rodents, hares and birds. They are beautiful animals and I felt so lucky to have seen such an animal.

Most people who see such animals are chance encounters. However, to track an animal is great to do. Imagine if such an animal was tagged and we could then appreciate the ground it covers. No-one appreciates how vast a territory an animal such as a leopard, puma or lynx can cover, but when there is cover and food in an area, it wouldn't necessarilly have to travel that far. My personal sightings were magical experiences. They have stuck in my mind for many years so every time I receive a sighting from a terrified, hysterical, or knowing witness, I know I can share their excitement. After all, the animal they've seen is not from another world, but simply an animal that shouldn't be there. It's not the local 'beast on the loose', or the quarry of the local researcher, it's an animal fending for itself and above all, an animal that does not care for beastly headlines or for the researchers trying to capture a glimpse of it. Without these animals there would be no mystery, and so many seem to forget that this situation is simply about these animals, and about these animals alone. It's not about the evidence really. It's not about the newspapers, or the personal aims of the camo' clad hunter.

When I was 9 years old I was told there was a 'big cat' in the local woods. There will always be a 'big cat' in the local woods. But can you imagine the day one is caught ? I've always been of the opinion that there is no mystery as to why these animals exist. The mystery is created by those who hunt and pursue them. I've also always been of the opinion that the public need to be made aware of what is going on and that the authorities need to acknowledge their existence, but every now and then my 9 year old self taps me on the shoulder to remind me that these majestic animals should be left alone to melt into the countryside...and it wouldn't be a bad thing if they did, after all, they've been doing this for far longer than we realise. Sometimes I wish there were more 9 year old researchers around because in their naivety, they'd see these cats for what they actually are, rather than what we want them to be.