But they appear to have fallen out, presumably over the theft from the Walker parents, and that has presumably contributed to why, according to the neighbours, SW and TW haven’t been there in years.
Glad that the unwell have rallied (miraculously?) and are back with us.
I’m totally up for a meet-up. Clearly we either do it in a tent on a golf course and eat only noodles, or a luxury hotel in Cornwall where we dash about in handmade cream suits and stylish gardening smocks.
Either way, we treat it like a fan (anti-fan?) convention and come dressed as key characters.
But including everyone, not just the Walkers. Blind seers, Smotyn, ‘Grant’ and his sexy harem, the dreadlocked Treen campsite manager, the cast of Iolanthe, the Yompers, the pink-haired girl, the tight-ponytailed council offices woman, the Australian strimmers, the Doc Martin fans, Dave and Julie, Simon Armitage and Beowulf.
Personally I plan to be the sneery blue-and-yellow-jacketed yachty woman who calls them tramps.