Cockles aka vongole veraci. Served with extra virgin olive oil, garlic, chilli and spaghetti - nom, nom, nom, nom.
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Cockles live just under the surface of sand. Not on rocks. You collect cockles with a garden rake. Simply by raking the sand where you see the little worm like mounds on the sand surface.
Winkles are Periwinkles, a sea snail.
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That’s why I was saying to Bratti that it’s not logical that I love eating sea snails, but wouldn’t fancy land snails 
I didn’t know that about cockles, thank you. I thought they lived on rocks like whelks
I should have known really. One of my happy childhood memories is holidays in Canvey Island and Southend and walking down to Leigh on Sea and the cockle sheds
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I don’t like winkles much - can’t stand whelks - but love Cockles, Mussels, and Limpets!
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This is the only periwinkle I knew of up until now😅.
I can understand collecting this stuff as a child must be great for creating happy memories. When my husband and his sister collected mussels and stuff, it was so apparent that they were having a great time and I enjoyed taking their photos for reference. It was real heartwarming experience. My sister in law kept giggling. Lol
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alive alive oh
alive alive ohh
singing cockles and mussels
alive alive ohhh
In Dublin’s fair city
where the girls are so pretty
I once met a girl named sweet Molly Malone
and she wheeled her wheel barrow
through the streets broad and narrow
singing cockles and mussels alive alive oh
She was a fish monger
and sure was no wonder
so were her mother and father before
and they wheeled their wheel barrow
through the streets broad and narrow
singing cockles and mussels alive alive oh
She died of a fever
and so one could save her
and that was the end of sweet Molly Malone
now her ghost wheels her barrow through the streets broad and narrow
singing cockles and mussels alive alive oh
She wheels her wheel barrrow
thought the streets broad and narrow
her barrow is narrow
her hipa are too wide
and whenever she wheels it
the neighborhood feels it
her girdle keeps brushin’ the homes on each side
It’s not just her fat but,
it’s not only that but,
she’s cockeyed and musclebound Molly Malone CHORUS
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Come on now.
Don’t be shy.
Sing it for us on video. 
… lol
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@Melgal70 When I was a child that song use to reduce me to tears instantly, if I was misbehaving my Dad would start whistling it and I would be in floods straight away.
The other songs that had the same effect was something about a miner 49-er and his daughter Clementine, and also Puff the Magic Dragon, my heart still hurts for that poor little dragon whose playmate had outgrown him. I worry terribly about what happens to children’s Imaginary friends when the children no longer need them.
At one time I had plans to open a rescue centre to rehome them, I thought of applying to Prince Charles for a grant to set it up.
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Oh my word! You and I have the same heart 
These two songs had me in tears as well. There was another one…Little Donkey, the one about the donkey carrying Mary (Christmas song), gosh I cried buckets at that poor donkey having to carry that woman! Why couldn’t she walk, for goodness sake?!
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For some of us, maybe just a few, those friends still walk by our side in a way many would not understand nor want to 
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Aaaaargh, just when I thought things were safe and people were over getting upset and flying off the handle, I manage to put you and PK into floods of tears by mentally scarring you. lolol. We’re doomed capt mainwaring lol
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Don’t worry. Godfrey is standing by with his bandages and sister Dolly’s tea.
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I’m not actively crying, honest. Just feeling incredibly sad about dragons, daughters and donkeys…!
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So pleased you still have your friend beside you, that’s one less for me to worry about. My older sister had two of them Oodly-addly and Nonna (I might not be spelling their names correctly), she was often too bust playing with them to play with me. When she stopped playing them I adopted them. They are still here, I can see them now.
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I’m not crying either, just feeling nostalgically melancholic - there really should be a word for this feeling.
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Puff the magic dragon was my first album.
Loved it. 
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When my Dad left me at 5 to my mother’s warped mind, he soon returned and kept me company any time I felt alone. Even to this day as my 79th birthday approaches, Dad is always by my side when I need some reassurance.
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Aww that is lovely…I didn’t realise you were allowed to keep them for all of your life. 
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Joyful perhaps? 
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