Beauty in the Ordinary

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"And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don't believe in magic will never find it." Raold Dahl

Tuesday, April 27, 2010



V. Growing up in the South of England allowed us many happy days at the seaside. Our father's family lived 40 miles north on a tiny island off the Thames River, called Canvey Island.
Dad used to pile us all into the car, usually in the middle of the night, with pillows and blankets and our favourite teddy's, and off we would go to visit Nan and Grandad.
It wasn't a long drive, but back then the motorways weren't built and the long narrow roads to London took much longer than it would today.
Once there, my favourite memory would be of all of us eating cockles out of a little bowls swimming in tangy vinegar. Our mother, God Bless her, would always order Welks! ...something I don't even want to remember!
But the cockles, Oh they were heaven! Alive, alive Oh!


2 comments:

  1. What a lovely memory! and yes...mmmmmmmm...cockles!
    I went to Rodneys Oyster House in Toronto a while back and saw winkles on the menu...ordered them...sometimes the memory tastes better!

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  2. And jellied eel...Mum ate jellied eel.....yuck!

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