Note: In the night of January 31 – February 1 1953 many dikes in the Dutch provinces of Zeeland, Zuid-Holland and Noord-Brabant proved not to be resistant to the combination of a high spring tide and a severe European windstorm. large areas of country completely flooded with water killing 1,835 people in the Netherlands. This story takes place during this North Sea storm and with the exception of the time tunnel characters (who are of course not mine) and the Island Tholen (which did exist, it is a peninsula now) I have made up the story. So any resemblance you think you see with actual people or places, is coincidence.
Two American scientists are lost in the swirling maze of past and future ages during the first experiments on America's greatest and most secret project - The Time Tunnel. Tony Newman and Doug Phillips now tumble helplessly towards a new, fantastic adventure somewhere along the infinite corridors of time...
It seemed an endless journey but finally the blinding colours of the time maze disappeared. The time travellers had landed and got on their feet immediately.
They had landed on a hill and before them a sandy beach and endless water stretched out.
"I wonder what sea that is" Tony said.
Doug shrugged. He looked around then pointed towards the farmhouse and the small harbour they could see.
"Looks like we're in Europe"
Tony nodded "leaves the question: at which time?"
Another shrug. "I don't know. Let's go find out."
When they reached the small harbour, they looked at the boats. Suddenly their path was blocked by a much exited boy. The boy started to talk, pointing to one of the boats. Finally he stopped talking now looking expectantly at Tony and Doug.
The two men shared an amused look.
"I'm sorry, we don't understand." Doug said friendly.
"You're British?" a voice asked.
Tony shook his head negatively. "No. American"
Doug smiled friendly. "I am Doug Phillips, this is Tony Newman. We're travellers."
"My name is Jelle van Veen. This exited boy is my son Gert. How come you ended up in this lovely village?"
"We're sort of lost."
"Sort of lost? That's interesting. When I get lost, I usually get totally lost, never a little." Jelle laughed. "Do you have a place to spend the night?"
"No we don't. We just arrived."
"Well, you can stay with us, my wife won't mind." Jelle said. He looked at Gert who was still jumping around very excitedly. "Although that would mean, you will have to admire our new yawl first."
After a thorough tour of the yawl by Gert, the time travellers followed Jelle and his son to a farmhouse on the dike where Jelle introduced them to his wife Mieke who did not mind the visitors.
After a pleasant lunch it was Doug who asked the question.
"Where exactly are we? We have travelled a lot lately and I'm not even sure in which country we are."
Jelle and Mieke laughed. It was Gert who answered. "You are in Holland on the Island Tholen."
Doug smiled. "Can you tell me what date it is?"
Proudly Gert nodded. "Yes sir, it is January 30th 1953."