Britisher “Mooncrow” experienced a Lost Location spacetime slip with her husband. “Alternate” Location may be a more appropriate category for this TWIDDER; hhhmmm I might just have to add that to the list! (See Stephen Wagner.com for the original posting.)
About three years ago, my husband and I lived in Norfolk, England in a town called Newmarket. There were several towns nearby, one being Mildenhall, which had a restaurant that we enjoyed.
One night during a long, wet English winter we left the restaurant and started to head home. It was dark but we knew the way. We drove down the familiar roads and went through an intersection, patiently waiting for a certain line of trees that meant we were close to home. The trees never came.
We were deep in conversation when we realized that we had been driving far too long. In the darkness, we searched for a sign or store front that might tell us where we were and what had happened.
Eventually we came to a town called Cranwich. Confused, we turned around and headed back towards what we hoped was more familiar territory.
When we arrived back in Mildenhall some time later, it seemed that we had turned at the intersection, when I know for absolute certain that we had gone straight as I’d commented on some familiar stores.
The next day we checked our atlas and discovered we’d been almost completely the opposite direction from where we should have been with no idea how we’d gotten there. It was as though we’d been transported there.