Eats, spoots and leaves

Wandered along to Loch Fyne for a belated birthday dinner for Mr H. Took the opportunity to try razor clams, or "spoots" - been meaning to try them since I was responsible for oversight of the regulatory system that meant you couldn't electrocute them out of the sand on the West Coast (yes, that happens) a decade ago.

Like meaty mussels. Nice. Not weird.