Saturday morning cockles

Tradition fully established by my dad, I remember them in the house we lived in until I was four. Likely started my lifelong vinegar love. I also bought scallops, a massive trout and a normal size bream. A nice fishmonger outing. Cockles not a very pretty sight tbh. They are all gone now though.

Pottered with light jobs and then set forth to the cinema with my mum. All of us strangers. I seemed to have known pretty much the whole story from the newspaper review but it was v good and with some lovely 80s music.