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Time Or Dimensional Slips

then grudgingly having to admit that I suppose they do have their uses. sigh
Case in point. My kindle e book reader needed charging which I do via my laptop so decided I may as well use it as an excuse to browse some threads here. Saw a book recommendation, checked it's under my £2.99 limit so bought it immediately. Noticed kindle is already recharged, obviously I'd been on here longer than I thought, so off to bed to read it right away! Ah yes the acceptable face of modern technology! :) :) :)

It's not about timeslips but in case you were wondering it's this:-
 
Modern life. Two words: dentistry and childbirth.

I agree... But it's a 6 year waiting list for a NHS dentist round here.

Ive so many teeth missing now and need new dentures. Dentistry is a joke ... Unless you can afford it.

If / when I win big on the roulette I'll be going to Poland and getting a new mouth full of screw ins for £3000.
 
I agree... But it's a 6 year waiting list for a NHS dentist round here.

Ive so many teeth missing now and need new dentures. Dentistry is a joke ... Unless you can afford it.

If / when I win big on the roulette I'll be going to Poland and getting a new mouth full of screw ins for £3000.
Interesting - I know a few people in the area who came here from Poland who returned there to get a full set of implants, upper and lower, for a fraction of the price charged here in the USA, and they do absolutely beautiful work.
They also go back to Poland, or other countries, for major surgeries.
But a six year waiting list? That's dreadful.
With my husband's dental insurance I got a 10 tooth permanent bridge, free of charge. The actual price was $12,000 - and that was several years ago. It would be much more expensive now.
But without dental insurance, we pay high prices.
 
Case in point. My kindle e book reader needed charging which I do via my laptop so decided I may as well use it as an excuse to browse some threads here. Saw a book recommendation, checked it's under my £2.99 limit so bought it immediately. Noticed kindle is already recharged, obviously I'd been on here longer than I thought, so off to bed to read it right away! Ah yes the acceptable face of modern technology! :) :) :)

It's not about timeslips but in case you were wondering it's this:-
I can't find it for that price. :(
 
The nearest thing to a timeslip that I've ever experienced was more of a feeling than reality, but it was so strong it has stayed with me.

I'd gone for a solo drive up the Northumbrian coast with half an idea of going over to Lindisfarne. The children had gone to their dad's and I had a day or so to myself (so this would be early 2000's, between 1999 and 2003). I drove as far as Craister, where I parked and walked over the very low cliffs to Dunstanburgh castle. I'd never ever been there before and hadn't even heard of the place.

I walked around the castle and then headed back to the car, but when I turned round to leave I had the oddest feeling which followed me all the way back - that if I turned around suddenly, I would catch the castle as it used to be, rather than as a ruin, with pennants flying and a lot of bustle going on. Almost as thought the castle was only pretending to be a ruin while I looked at it, but went back to being a proper castle as soon as I averted my eyes.

It was probably down to tiredness and my mental state at the time, as I've been back a couple of times since and not had quite the same feeling, but there is something about Dunstanburgh that always makes me feel... something. As though it's 'busy underneath' if you see what I mean. Not had that feeling with any other castle.
 
The nearest thing to a timeslip that I've ever experienced was more of a feeling than reality, but it was so strong it has stayed with me.

I'd gone for a solo drive up the Northumbrian coast with half an idea of going over to Lindisfarne. The children had gone to their dad's and I had a day or so to myself (so this would be early 2000's, between 1999 and 2003). I drove as far as Craister, where I parked and walked over the very low cliffs to Dunstanburgh castle. I'd never ever been there before and hadn't even heard of the place.

I walked around the castle and then headed back to the car, but when I turned round to leave I had the oddest feeling which followed me all the way back - that if I turned around suddenly, I would catch the castle as it used to be, rather than as a ruin, with pennants flying and a lot of bustle going on. Almost as thought the castle was only pretending to be a ruin while I looked at it, but went back to being a proper castle as soon as I averted my eyes.

It was probably down to tiredness and my mental state at the time, as I've been back a couple of times since and not had quite the same feeling, but there is something about Dunstanburgh that always makes me feel... something. As though it's 'busy underneath' if you see what I mean. Not had that feeling with any other castle.
You make a good point @catseye that your frame of mind can almost will a timeslip into being.
A few years ago I remember having a couple of beers at The Calleva Arms in Silchester and, because it was a gorgeous sunny day, decided to walk it off by a hike around the nearby Roman walls. Half way around, I sat down for a rest on some slabs embedded in the wall (2,000 year old public seating) and started to feel a bit sleepy. In my partial daydream/reverie I could almost imagine Roman citizens sitting exactly where I was right then, whilst a troop of legionaries marched in through the nearby gatehouse.
 
You make a good point @catseye that your frame of mind can almost will a timeslip into being.
A few years ago I remember having a couple of beers at The Calleva Arms in Silchester and, because it was a gorgeous sunny day, decided to walk it off by a hike around the nearby Roman walls. Half way around, I sat down for a rest on some slabs embedded in the wall (2,000 year old public seating) and started to feel a bit sleepy. In my partial daydream/reverie I could almost imagine Roman citizens sitting exactly where I was right then, whilst a troop of legionaries marched in through the nearby gatehouse.
I remember my first visit to Silchester, on a sunny autumn day - I found the amphitheatre incredibly depressing, thinking that people went through agony there for nothing more than the entertainment of the baying crowds. It was quite evocative with all the leaves turning colour and dropping, symbolic in a way. It was the first Roman amphitheatre that I had spent any time at (I had been by the one in Dorchester, but wasn't too impressed), since then I have been to the ones at Tarragona and Pompeii, both spectacular, and both depressing for what they represent, but it's the one at Silchester that haunts me...
 
You make a good point @catseye that your frame of mind can almost will a timeslip into being.
A few years ago I remember having a couple of beers at The Calleva Arms in Silchester and, because it was a gorgeous sunny day, decided to walk it off by a hike around the nearby Roman walls. Half way around, I sat down for a rest on some slabs embedded in the wall (2,000 year old public seating) and started to feel a bit sleepy. In my partial daydream/reverie I could almost imagine Roman citizens sitting exactly where I was right then, whilst a troop of legionaries marched in through the nearby gatehouse.
I would love to visit your Hadrian's Wall, a piece of history made by human hands. It is featured in Mary Stewart's 'The Ivy Tree':

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Not sure if it was time slip or a ghost.
When one of my cousins visited England he went to some place he thought had once been a hunting lodge.
After wandering off by himself he saw a man in old type clothes pinned to the wall by an arrow.
He had thought it was someone dressed in costume but noone else had seen it.
I can't ask him more as he's got a bit of dementia now.
 
I love that book! Actually, I love most of Mary Stewart's books. 'Airs Above the Ground' is a particular favourite.
I've read all of her books except for the Merlin series.
My absolute favorite is 'The Moon-Spinners', which I just read again!
 
This is from a thread called 'Haunting Yourself'.
Quoting myself from 2001, about what seems to me now like a time slip -

When I was about 14, I was home alone with my Ma when we heard a telephone ring. It sounded as if it was in the front hall, where people often had their phone at the time. My Ma was in another room and she walked in, looked at me and said, 'Answer the phone then!' irritatedly, as if she knew I was expecting a call. She then walked out again.

But we didn't have a phone then, or for about five years after that...

The phone we heard ringing was perfectly loud, just as if it were in the house, and it was an old-fashioned ring just as you'd have expected in the early 70s.

I was, and remain, baffled by this. The only sound in the house was my Ma's radio, playing quietly on the dreaded Radio 2, and we lived in an end terrace house so only had one neighbouring house, which had no phone either.

I asked my Ma about this incident later and she had no memory of it.
 
I've read all of her books except for the Merlin series.
My absolute favorite is 'The Moon-Spinners', which I just read again!
Yes, I don't really get on with her Arthurian books. But the stand alone semi-romance, semi-crime I can't get enough of.
 
Not sure if it was time slip or a ghost.
When one of my cousins visited England he went to some place he thought had once been a hunting lodge.
After wandering off by himself he saw a man in old type clothes pinned to the wall by an arrow.
He had thought it was someone dressed in costume but noone else had seen it.
I can't ask him more as he's got a bit of dementia now.
Wow, I wonder where that was? :)
 
Yes, I don't really get on with her Arthurian books. But the stand alone semi-romance, semi-crime I can't get enough of.
I wish she had written more of her romantic suspense novels, I am entranced by all of them, and she passed on a few years ago unfortunately!
Also Celia Fremlin, another favorite!
 
I can't find it for that price. :(
It's £1.77 for the kindle edition. It isn't a whole load of reported 'true' ghost stories but a fictional collection of a few stories written by someoe who is knowledgable about WW2 RAF stuff. I needed some light reading and as my Dad was in the RAF in the war and I grew up opposite a WW2 USAF airbase this fitted the bill. :)
 
escargot, I'm sure yours was a timeslip but years ago I kept hearing the home phone ring, would race to answer it and there would be nothing.
Turned out to be a starling imitating the noise. Haven't seen one of those for years now.
 
It's £1.77 for the kindle edition. It isn't a whole load of reported 'true' ghost stories but a fictional collection of a few stories written by someoe who is knowledgable about WW2 RAF stuff. I needed some light reading and as my Dad was in the RAF in the war and I grew up opposite a WW2 USAF airbase this fitted the bill. :)
Ah right, I see, thank you.
Had to hunt a bit for the Kindle version. Took me all of ten seconds. :chuckle:

I do like this bit of blurb -

In the Second World War more than sixty thousand aircrew of Bomber Command lost their lives on operations or in training. Mostly young and energetic, they died suddenly and traumatically.

No spirits could have more reason to remain attached to the places where they lived the last few weeks or months of their earthly lives before they disappeared into the night.
:nods:
 
escargot, I'm sure yours was a timeslip but years ago I kept hearing the home phone ring, would race to answer it and there would be nothing.
Turned out to be a starling imitating the noise. Haven't seen one of those for years now.
Here in the UK garden birds began imitating Trimphones, presumably because the tone sounded like a trill to them.
Heard them myself and was highly amused.

The phone tone my mother and I heard (from different rooms) was a proper mechanical ring.
 
Not sure if it was time slip or a ghost.
When one of my cousins visited England he went to some place he thought had once been a hunting lodge.
After wandering off by himself he saw a man in old type clothes pinned to the wall by an arrow.
He had thought it was someone dressed in costume but noone else had seen it.
I can't ask him more as he's got a bit of dementia now.
A hunting lodge for people with supremely bad aim, I'd have thought.
 
Not sure if it was time slip or a ghost.
When one of my cousins visited England he went to some place he thought had once been a hunting lodge.
After wandering off by himself he saw a man in old type clothes pinned to the wall by an arrow.
He had thought it was someone dressed in costume but noone else had seen it.
I can't ask him more as he's got a bit of dementia now.

Hadn't been watching Blackadder 2 had he?

 
I have no idea if he watched Blackadder. I know he saw something at the Tower of London but he wouldn't tell me what it was, just looked scared.
It's a shame I don't get to talk to him much now as he last time he was driving to see me he got lost and had to ring his wife. They are only a few streets away. He hasn't been the same since he was hit on the head by a loose metal sheet in a storm.
 
Had an odd experience yesterday at the Bath and West show. Just after 4:30 pm on a warm day, I was waiting for my friends near the Bandstand, looking across the lawn I saw a chap in RAF uniform; summer shirt , headdress on, closely followed by another cap similarly dressed, strolling in my direction. Blinked and they were gone. As far as I know there was no RAF presence there- Army and Navy stands (although not many "uniforms" being worn)

There was no where for them to go, I am somewhat baffled.
 
Had an odd experience yesterday at the Bath and West show. Just after 4:30 pm on a warm day, I was waiting for my friends near the Bandstand, looking across the lawn I saw a chap in RAF uniform; summer shirt , headdress on, closely followed by another cap similarly dressed, strolling in my direction. Blinked and they were gone. As far as I know there was no RAF presence there- Army and Navy stands (although not many "uniforms" being worn)

There was no where for them to go, I am somewhat baffled.
Intriguing...!

Were they modern uniforms or perhaps from earlier decades? My first thought was that the show ground used to be a military airfield, especially WW2 but it seems not. However, this map from 1946 appears to show a footpath crossing the site when its as open fields, running between some buildings/small settlement/village towards Prestleigh station on the old Somerset & Dorset railway (now closed):

https://www.francisfrith.com/shepton-mallet/map-of-shepton-mallet-1946_npo829788

I take it this image shows the bandstand and lawn as it is today?

https://www.alamy.com/stock-photo-r...llet-somerset-uk-3rd-june-2016-105050620.html
 
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Paul, tis a really recent image and similar weather. I would have been on the far right sitting on a bench watching the footbridge behind where this photo was taken. They were in "Modern" dress, the "" are because the short sleeved blue shirt and Blue/grey trouser ensemble with stable belt has not significantly changed for years. It could be that I was "seeing" something that happened a few years ago at an earlier show, or I may have had a micro nap and dreamed it. TBH I was quite alert as I was looking for my friends and keeping an eye on the little bridge for them.

Until recently the B&W show was a long weekend of entertainment and socialising for a wide range of groups- Farmer, trader, tourists, local families and employers with a military presence. Generally everyone had a good time, so many people would have happy memories of it. I may just have tapped into someone's recollection of an earlier event.
 
Had an odd experience yesterday at the Bath and West show. Just after 4:30 pm on a warm day, I was waiting for my friends near the Bandstand, looking across the lawn I saw a chap in RAF uniform; summer shirt , headdress on, closely followed by another cap similarly dressed, strolling in my direction. Blinked and they were gone. As far as I know there was no RAF presence there- Army and Navy stands (although not many "uniforms" being worn)

There was no where for them to go, I am somewhat baffled.

lt sounds like the kind of place that would attract reenactors.

maximus otter
 
My friend has to get his wife to turn the tv on because he doesn't know how to do it.
He knows everything about jazz though.....
That's partly on her though, for not telling him to shape up and learn to adult. Just as I've no time for women who say 'oh, I wouldn't know how to change a tyre/put oil in my car, my husband does all that!'

And then watch them flounder and struggle when their husband leaves them for a woman who's an actual grown up.
 
Paul, tis a really recent image and similar weather. I would have been on the far right sitting on a bench watching the footbridge behind where this photo was taken. They were in "Modern" dress, the "" are because the short sleeved blue shirt and Blue/grey trouser ensemble with stable belt has not significantly changed for years. It could be that I was "seeing" something that happened a few years ago at an earlier show, or I may have had a micro nap and dreamed it. TBH I was quite alert as I was looking for my friends and keeping an eye on the little bridge for them.

Until recently the B&W show was a long weekend of entertainment and socialising for a wide range of groups- Farmer, trader, tourists, local families and employers with a military presence. Generally everyone had a good time, so many people would have happy memories of it. I may just have tapped into someone's recollection of an earlier event.
Dis the footbridge look as though it belonged to the footpath that crossed the sight before the advent of the show ground? I'm curious as they weren't walking side-by-side as you might expect on an open lawn and them both belonging to the same unit or at least same regiment. Instead they were walking one behind the other as you might expect if they walking along a footpath across fields. The old footpath could be a red herring, but the 'romantic' in me is imagining two WW2-era RAF pals walking contentedly along a footpath from a country pub to the nearest station and back to base...
 
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