Nick Redfern reports a Back to the Past TWIDDER experienced by an entire family! Oh, to be able to catch a brief glimpse of the past. Spacetime slips are, unfortunately, something we have no control over, but we can still appreciate—albeit—vicariously, the fortunate folks who have undergone a time slip. Lucky them.
Horning is an ancient village in Norfolk, situated between Wroxham and Ludham, on the River Bure. The village’s Ferry Inn is typical of the many old taverns that dominate the area, and the 13th century church of St. Benedict can be found half a mile to the east of the village.
On a summer’s afternoon in either 1978 or 1979, the Margoles family was enjoying a stroll around the picturesque village when they were overcome by a feeling of uneasiness and unreality—as well as total silence, and a slight dizziness. That uneasiness became concern and then fright as the landscape became “fuzzy . . . like a big heat-haze.”
The houses were replaced by ancient cottages, and the road ahead of them became little more than a muddy track. As for the cars that had been in sight; they were no more. Instead, a decrepit cart appeared, pulled by a large horse. A thin man dressed in brown walked alongside the horse; he took no notice of the family.
With equal suddenness, the modern-day sounds of cars and voices returned and the strange spectacle vanished. But it seems Mrs. Margoles may have been exposed to the odd scene for slightly less time than her husband and 11-year-old son.
“I looked at them when I came out if it,” recalled Mrs. Margoles in a 1997 interview, “And it was like they were in a trance; their mouths were hanging down, and their eyes looked funny. Then they looked like they woke up.”