By Darryl Mason
Whoever, or whatever, is creating crop circles in the England countryside this year has taken this beautiful art into the realms of the majestic.
A Mayan-inspired work that appeared yesterday :

The rising phoenix of the week before :


What are they?
Who makes them, and why?
I still can't find any videos on YouTube that show people making crop circles of this scale and detail, overnight, sometimes in only a few hours, but obviously they're man-made.
I don't particularly care who is making them, I just think they're a greatly unrecognised art form and I look forward every year to seeing what designs will appear next.
But my favourite science-fiction drenched story about who creates crop circles and why comes from an old man I met in a small Somerset, England, pub back in 1997. He said he'd been told by a farmer friend, from Wiltshire, in whose field crop circles had appeared three or four times through the early '90s, that a visitor to one crop circle had told him, the farmer, that time travellers created the crop circles to leave messages for "those in the know".
The old man said he'd spent a lot of hours working on his own farm thinking about that explanation. He said after the farmer had told him that story, he found himself staying up later and later, looking out at his fields, and the night sky, first cynically "keepim' wotch", then wishing his fields would get a crop circle, just once, then being pissed off that his farm was being ignored by whoever was creating the crop circles that appeared, like magic, in the fields of his farmer friends.
He said all those hours, after midnight, staring at the stars, at the slightest movement in his fields, led him to figure, not believe, but theorize, that because crop circles were already part of our history, our timeline, and they didn't get a lot of media attention, mostly, anyway, that it didn't matter so much what design appeared. If time travellers wanted to leave messages, or warnings, for people in our time to take heed of, or to learn from, they could leave them disguised as crop circles without causing any great chaos in our timeline. That meant people from, say, 2089, could come back here, visit, interfere in our history but without causing too much great calamity in their own. Something like that. The old bloke was hammered, and I wasn't far behind him.
I don't think the old man really believed that explanation for crop circles, but he obviously enjoyed thinking about it, and talking it out, for the fun of it, to test my and his own gullibility, over four pints of a particularly deadly local cider. There was no loud, pounding music in this tiny village pub, no Sky Sports blaring away, just the crackle of a warm fire, an occasional wheeze and cough from some of the other locals, and a barman who thought he'd heard it all but still had to stop and listen to this wild, fantastic story, no doubt not for the first time, from one of his regulars.
The walk back home that night was along a dark, winding lane, the stars like diamonds on velvet, and all quiet in the fields I passed. I stopped and waited, for a while, at a barley field that looked like a prime canvas for crop circle art. I was disappointed nothing happened, and no great art work appeared while I stood there.
But I would have been thoroughly disappointed if I'd seen a bunch of young blokes pull up in a van and haul out the planks-on-strings and grass rollers and go to work on their latest design.
Seeing how the illusion is done always kills the magic, even if you are wiser to the truth once exposed.


