h2g2's Suzie Q travellers have reached new levels of deflected description. I asked Paigetheoracle to send us photos from his holiday. This is the first installment, labelled 'Yarmouth Pier and Promenade'. The Editor doesn't know anything about Great Yarmouth, other than that the water is said to be cold to swim in. The Editor got that information years ago from a colleague at a Greek language school (and synchronised swimming partner, it was an Olympic year) who hailed from Great Yarmouth.

Here is what I got:

Loads of photos coming. Will send them when I get back with explanatory text. No photos of Yarmouth rock. My cousin suggested taking a picture of this but I forgot. It is a sweet about a foot long, if you haven't come across it before, that has the name of the town worked into the centre of it. It starts off gigantic in girth and length, being rolled thinner and thinner, until it is only about an inch across, then it is cut into foot lengths.

We are glad Paige explained what Yarmouth rock is. Like Brighton Rock. Because otherwise, silly Americans like the Post Editor will think of Plymouth Rock, which is not a kind of sweet, but a bogus tourist attraction cooked up by entrepreneurial types in Boston that's polluting our history books.

Which has as much to do with these photos as what Paige wrote.

Paigetheoracle

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