Well, it’s happened again. At first, I wasn’t sure. I woke up in a heavily forested area, but my shelter was missing. When I got to the top of a slight hill, and climbed a tree, I found the terrain was similar to where I’d been, but slightly flatter. I wonder if the ‘wormhole’ on every version of Earth still goes between the location of the sites of the camp in rural Norfolk and Mercury House, and I’m bouncing back and forwards between the two ends – possibly because the team are still sending.

Anyway, the other thing I could see from the tree was smoke, rising from several different points, which told me, if I hadn’t already guessed, that I was on yet another version of Earth. I took a bearing on the closest column of smoke, and set out to investigate.

After about a mile, I came across a track, heading roughly in the direction I wanted. It was certainly going to be easier taking it than forcing my way through virgin forest, and it was presumably going towards human habitation, so it took to the track.

Eventually I came to a clearing, on top of a bluff, overlooking a river, and there was a small church. I’m looking at it now: it’s mainly built of flints, but with some other stone making up the corners and doorway. It has a round tower – someone told me once that there are several like this in Norfolk – their argument was that you can’t make corners with flint, the local building material, so they made their towers round. That makes some sense, until you realise that the rest of the church has square corners – by using stone blocks. So if the builders wanted to make the tower square they could have. To me it feels more like a defensive feature – good all-round observation, and firing slits to cover the approaches. Not that the current building would be much use, defensively, with the large side windows, but they are in aisles which I think are later. The original nave is quite narrow, and I just have the feel this place was built partly with defence in mind.

But I’m not trying to write an archaeological/architectural report. This is a sit rep, so, back to what happened a couple of days ago:

Before I reached the church, a man came out of it. He was dressed in fairly coarse woollen garments – a brown tunic-type top, and green trousers/leggings. Clearly I wasn’t back to the 21st Century – unless he was taking part in a medieval reconstruction.

The voice recorder function of my wristpad is still working, so I activated it – which means that I have a verbatim record of our conversation – which is a good thing, as I didn’t understand much of it at the time, and still don’t get most of it. He was speaking English though, albeit with a very strong accent – not unlike a modern Norfolk brogue.

The light’s fading now, and it’s quite hard work typing at length on a wristpad, so I’m going to shut down now, but will try to post again soon.

This, by the way, is a picture I took of the church yesterday.