Interesting/unusual/rare/odd experiences/visits/tales

Yeah, Scorcher is the man for interesting tales!

One time, in the late seventies, my family went for a beach holiday, somewhere down south.
No idea where.
My dad did all the driving.
Me and my brothers were just noisy luggage.
It was a cracking hot day, not a cloud in the sky, and we were playing on the beach.
The sky when dark, and we heard a weird humming noise. My mum and dad were screaming at us to come to them, beckoning us to run up the beach, but to keep low.
We ran as fast as we could, bent double, and this weird humming seemed to vibrate above us. My folks grabbed us and bundled us into the car, and we all looked out of the front window.
A vast swarm of bees had flown over the beach and was flying out to sea, but seemed to loose direction, and started drifting in the sky, swirling about.
Then it suddenly descended.
A bloke was in a little wooden dinghy, and he was wearing a yellow t shirt.
All of a sudden, the shirt went black.
It took the lifeguards an hour to gently tow him to shore, but he didn't move a muscle.
He was catatonic with shock.
The beekeeper came up and plucked the queen off his chest, and put it into hives he had brought with him in a converted van, and all the bees drifted off the bloke and onto the hives.
I can still remember the look on the poor bloke's face as they loaded him onto the ambulance.
Totally blank, staring at nothing.
I tend to have my holidays in Yorkshire now, thank you very much.