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Mud, Mud, and Mud

When you have walked through deep mud, then a small stream to the seashore that is quite firm, finding an easy way back was a priority.


Some of the Sisters in the children's home were quite tolerant if you got your play clothes dirty, their main concern was that we did not damage our clothes, in their minds both boys and clothes could be washed.

However some Sisters took the opposite view and the slightest bit of dirt meant trouble.

On my first visit to the beach for cockles during our holiday in the children's home, we all got soaked & muddy. Back at the Home we were allowed to dry off and change, the adults set about cooking the cockles in the largest pan available.

When it was the right time, everyone was presented with a plate of cockles.

I knew full well what cockles were, what they tasted like, and the result I would soon feel after eating them. I left them well alone.

Almost all the others were eager to try them, possibly it was a taste that none had experienced before.

Most spat the object straight out, a few swallowed them and were on the point of been sick. We all left, leaving the adults with the mound of uneaten cockles, within a short while the morning’s collection found its rightful place in the dustbin.

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Taken on December 18, 2011