However, that evening we went driving around the area looking for somewhere to get dinner.
All was fine at first, though once we began driving through the moorland and forest areas things got a little more spooky. The road was not very well lit, and perhaps this is why things seemed distorted. For example, at one point I could see a horse walking the roadside ahead of us, though this soon dispersed. It seemed foggy, though I don’t know if it was.
We were trying to follow our satellite navigate, though the roads seemed different somehow, which disoriented us. It was then we decided to make a u-turn, both of us looking for a turning point since the road was narrow with trees on both sides.
Soon we saw a graveled driveway leading to a house, and so without saying a word, my fiancé stopped and reversed the car and turned on to the driveway in order to turn around. The second that the wheels of our car reached the driveway, the house and driveway vanished and in their place was forest land and trees, just like the rest of the landscape.
It was only then that we both looked at each other.
I think I was the first to say, “Huh. I thought we were on a driveway. I saw it.” My fiancé was equally dumbfounded.
“I know,” he said. “That is why I turned here.”
We both agreed on what we had seen. Allow me to describe: this house was medium-sized and had a large archway at the entrance, either white or pale coloured. The windows, if I remember correctly, were relatively narrow and uniform. The gravel driveway reached out toward the road and the border was marked out with wooden posts painted white with chain linking one to the next, leaving a space for the entrance to the driveway.
I realise that many might find this story insignificant when compared to others on; however, few are based in the UK and so I have decided to share this experience with you.