So off we trooped to darkest Zummerzet, to witness the possibly
unique spectacle of an English market town being twinned with a place which
doesn't, strictly speaking, actually exist.[1]
(No, really, it doesn't. Terry Makes It All Up, you know. )
We had to take Annie the puppy with us, and we took Sardines
as well, but Kate wasn't sure if she wanted to wear it.
That is, until we drove up the High Street and she saw all the other people
in costume.
So we walked from the car park to the Emporium accompanied by a four-foot rat
whose tail was being worried by a Jack Russell puppy.
This elicited a certain amount of comment from the locals.
So we got a few pictures of Sardines-And-Somebody, plus some
of the twinning ceremony itself.
There aren't many, because we didn't stay for the Sausage Supper, or come back
on Sunday, due mostly to the demands of Annie the puppy.
However, here they are for your delectation.
Enjoy
Sardines-and-Granny-and-Nanny
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Sardines-and-Madame-Assassin
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Sardines-and-Watt
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The Ceremony
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That beardy author bloke
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Sardines-and-Watt-and Mr-Mayor
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[1] Well, not for any reasonable[2] value of exist, anyway.
[2] However, if some of the more off-the-wall theories about the power of belief and imagination turned out to be true, the value of exist could begin to look pretty unreasonable.