Thursday, September 29
Memories Of Perry Winkles
We had a weekend away and visited Brighton and Eastbourne on the south coast of England. We walked along one of the piers and coming back saw Perry Winkles. I snapped the picture because (a) I'm a Perry and (b) it reminded me of my dad.
Dad loved winkles, their proper name is periwinkles, and they are a bit of a tradition on the south coast, especially for Londoners.
Being vegetarian they aren't for me, but it took me back to when I was a small child. Mum would buy a pint (I think it was a pint) of winkles for dad. He'd get out his winklepicker - though some use a pin or toothpick - and extract the contents from each shell. I remember there was always a black bit on the end of the innards and sometimes he'd pull this off and try to stick it on my face as a joke.
Dad would eat them straight from the shell - he also liked a plate of cockles as well.
Happy days! And the name Perry Winkles always makes me smile. That's Eastbourne pier in the photo below. Weather wise it was a bit blowy and overcast - but, so what!