Wednesday, 24 May 2017


That burger was taller than my head.
At the time of this particular adventure, it was three days before the grand voyage was due to begin - a time typically reserved for the three P's - preparation, packing, and panicking. With that in mind, some friends and I decided we should go a visit Wincanton for the day.

Now, you may be thinking "What the bloody hell was he playing at? Why'd he go visiting some tiny town in South Somerset when he had socks to fold and paperwork to triple-check?" but to be honest if you've ever spoken to me for more than five seconds you're far more likely to think "Yup, that sounds about right." But for this particular diversion there was an actual reason, not just because said tiny town is rather pretty.

When I was a kid, I read The Hobbit. Being a precocious reader, I finished it pretty quickly - at which point my dear ol' dad handed me a Terry Pratchett novel. It was my first time falling in love, and I was giddy - moreso when I reread his works as an adult and actually got the jokes. He was smart, witty, quick as a whistle - all the things I tend not to be. He remains to this date my favourite author.

Why am I mentioning this? Because Wincanton is the only town in the world twinned with a fictional place - the city of Ankh-Morpork from Pratchett's Discworld novels.

It's not a proper day out unless you stand under a blue plaque.
To people who aren't fans of Discworld - go away. Leave. This post is not for you. The remaining bulk of this text will be me being excited about a fantastical flat world carried through space on the backs of four elephants who stand on the back of a giant turtle. Also, to anyone from the flat Earth society who's been sent here by an errant search engine, you can jog on as well. You'll find no joy here.

NOW, getting on with the interesting stuff. Wincanton is the home of The Discworld Emporium, purveyors of the finest Discworld merchandise and home of the official Ankh Morpork consulate. Though I decided against getting citizenship there - too high a risk of being cornered by Mr. Dibbler and being sold a sausage inna bun - I did acquire some delightful knick-knacks, including a hard-boiled egg.

But perhaps the coolest fruit of this twinning is the fact that some of the streets in Wincanton mirror those on the Disc; when some new streets were being put up a few years back, they named 'em after streets from Ankh-Morpork, and now people can proudly claim to live on Moon Pond Lane, Peach Pie Street, or Treacle Mine Road.

All in all, it was an awesome day out with some great friends - if you're ever in the area, swing by and see for yourself.

Oh, and if you do visit, check out The Nog Inn - amazing food, friendly staff, and some damn fine beers.
"Truth! Justice! Freedom! Reasonably Priced Love! And a Hard-Boiled Egg!"

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