MOOR OF MYTHS

David Phillips, 57, from Torbay, Devon

Panning around with my camcorder, I gazed through the lens at the ancient trees, their trunks glowing pale and ethereal in the moonlight.

It was Midsummer’s Eve, a night steeped in folklore, celebrated since pagan times as part of the summer solstice.

I glimpsed a tiny shape flying past me

So what better place to spend it than Wistman’s Wood on Dartmoor, Devon, once part of a ancient Druids?

I’d hiked across Dartmoor with five friends from our paranormal investigation team Torbay Investigators of the Paranormal.

We’d reached Wistman s Wood, an age-old copse of stunted oaks, at