I lived for about 14 years in a mobile home, parked in the corner of a meadow - cold in Winter - hot in Summer. Good years.

One night a sort of low rumbling started, coming from the South, and it was going on for a couple of minutes or so. I was feeling a strong need for a pee, so i wandered outside. Bugger using the lavatory, that needs to be emptied, and grass re-grows anyway.

As i stood there i realised that what i was seeing in the sky wasn't the Moon, though it was a similar size and shape, sort-of largish and round. I don't know what time of the month it was, whether the Moon was full, new or what. It may even have been gibbous. But it wasn't visible.

The thing i was watching was to the South, and low in the sky. It was not the Moon. It was lower in the sky than the full Moon would have been at that time of night, further to the South, and slightly larger. It's hard to say whether it was distant or close, as the night was dark, and there was nothing to measure either it - or distance - by. As i was watching, cracks developed in this circular thing, which got wider, as though it were breaking apart.

It seemed to be spherical - having depth, in the same way that the Moon has. As this was happening, the colour was deepening, from a mid-orange to deep red. The red of hot iron, not the cherry-red to forge it by, but a deep, dark, glowing red. All this time the rumbling is continuing. It slowly broke apart and became too dark a colour to see anything more.

Around 6 - 7 years later i'm working on an apple-farm, and we'd tell each other various things as we worked. There would usually be only two of us in a field, and we'd work adjacent rows. I was working with Will, and he told me an identical story to the one here-told, except that he was walking along the road between Yoxford and Peasenhall, some years previously.

I'm not sure if he said how long ago it had happened to him, but it certainly wasn't in the very recent past.