I...was very concerned because of its extraordinary size and proximity, but what made me most alarmed and made me feel that it was more than a real dog, was its gait. The animal was much larger than a Great Dane, pitch black all over, heavily built, I would say about the weight of a growing calf, the mouth was open but not panting, and I did not see its tongue, and it ran or loped or glided alongside me with a smooth motion and no apparent effort whatsoever.

It was not bounding, leaping or running hard but seemed to glide smoothly and effortlessly in what I felt to be an unnatural manner...as I was riding a motorcycle at about 30mph alongside this huge black dog, I was alarmed, and it...'gave me the creeps', so I increased speed sharply to leave it behind. However, I found that it easily kept pace, still smoothly, and looked round at me as it did so, and, by this time...thoroughly scared, I sped down the road, over the brow of the hill and down to Seckford Street. It was just over the brow of the hill that I lost sight of the dog [c.TM26404906.] Overall, the experience must have lasted over a distance of 400 to 600 yards, and I was so shaken by the meeting with the dog that I was white and shaking when I arrived home...at...St. John's Hill..."