Just because these particular psychics couldn’t cut the mustard, it doesn’t mean it’s all complete tosh. It might be an entirely natural and physical phenomenon that we’re just not informed enough about yet.
There was a very strange case in 1941, when medium Helen Duncan held a seance in Portsmouth, and claimed she was talking to dead sailors from HMS Barnham, when the sinking had in fact been kept from the British public to prevent morale being affected.
The authorities took a dim view of her activities, and further seances led to her being imprisoned in 1944 under section 4 of the Witchcraft Act of 1734!
AVM Dowding also claimed he was visited by his dead aircrew…

Here’s an updated (31st October) interview with Dr Adam Booth, who accompanied David Cundall to Burma in 2004 to conduct geophysical surveys around the target site.
After finding a large metallic return, they used a mechanical digger to dig down to the target, and found wood. We are then expected to believe they just left it at that, without actually looking in!!
http://www.radioaustralia.net.au/international/radio/program/connect-asia/the-hunt-for-buried-spitfires-in-burma/1038352

There’s also a chance that, after months of scorching sun, the ground is too hard to allow the water to pass through, but that doesn’t carry the correct amount of negativity, of course..

Yeah, your right – that’ll be why that low-lying delta area is covered in paddy fields…:rolleyes:

Looks like the soil in that part of the world is weakly acidic, so there will probably have been at least some electrolitic/galvanic errosion going on between aluminium and steel parts of the flood-submerged airframes…

This was flooding at Mingaladon Airport in 2008 – dry river bed or not, I wonder how often the ground has been saturated by monsoons since the crates were buried there?

“Post edited for homophobic content.“
Not homophobic at all – I was simply relating, first hand, on a particular incident…

Philistine…

Aliens abducted you for your vital essences, Stuart – too bad you missed your favourite TV show, though…

As an athiest, I’m quite content to think this life is all there is, and that spooky goings-on are explainable rationally, or perhaps occur through entirely natural/physical processes which we just don’t have any knowledge of yet.

But few things have happened to me over the years which I just can’t explain.

In winter during the mid 1970s I was walking towards the ATC tower at RAF Kinloss, head down into a vicious northerly icy blizzard, when I looked to my left, and saw in the distance an RAF officer, also head down striding towards the tower, swinging a leather briefcase, and wearing an old-fashioned heavy greatcoat, which I thought was odd at the time. I knew we would probably meet at the same place at the tower, so kept my head down, but when I arrived there, there was nobody in sight, and only my footprints in the snow – even where I’d seen the officer walking.

In the 1980s, I had been searching Culbin forest, near Kinloss, for a Vickers Warwick which had crashed there in the 1940s. After a fruitless all-day search, I had given up, and was walking back to my car, and along a forested path I saw an animal I couldn’t identify hop into a grove of deciduous saplings. It looked and moved like a squirrel, but was jet black, and more the size of a small dog. Sure it wasn’t one of Scotland’s usual fauna, I followed it in to the grove for a better look, but when I got there, no sign of the animal, but laying before me was the remains of the Warwick – the beastie had led me straight to it in 7500 acres of forest!

A more recent occurrence happened in my garage a few years ago, while I was working on my motorcycle. My music playlist was fairly loud through my workshop computer, but above that I heard a sudden loud mechanical noise, like large cogs or chains flailing around, like clattering factory or farm machinery, but high up on the wall near the roof. Wondering what the hell was going on, I rushed out, thinking my farmer neighbour had crashed into my garage on his way to his fields. Nothing but silence outside, and my two German Shepherds (usually extremely alert to anything going on) were still asleep on the lawn. Going back into the garage baffled, I replayed the music track which had been on to see if it was corrupted or something, but it was fine…