Saturday night visit by the Winkle Man was the highlight of Margaret’s week
It was set in stone in our house on a Saturday evening around 5pm tea time.
The Winkle Man, as we named him, appeared with his horse and cart loaded with seafood, a sight to behold with cockles, winkles, oysters and crabs, all fresh.
You name it, he sold it. Mother would provide us with a big pin to get the winkles from the shell. Little blighters, we called them.
Mother would send one of us children to the cart to buy a pint of winkles, that is how they were sold.
The best thing I always remember is when my dad used to put all the little black seals from the winkle shells around his mouth, considering he ate without dentures. It was comical, amused us children but was frowned upon by mother. The climax to this grand banquet was prunes and custard. Great memories of yesteryear. Mrs MARGARET FINNEMORE (nee LAMBERT) Goodwood Leicestershire