One day when I was out with Auntie Peggy, she decided to take me to the cockle and whelk stalls by the harbour in Folkestone.
It was she who introduced me to the delicious crustations particularly shell fish.
Father nearly had a blue fit when he found out where I had been.
Dad was now a school teacher in the town, and thought it most improper for his daughter to be seen eating at 'Chummys' shellfish stall.
I continued to sneak down to the harbour with Auntie Peg at every opportunity, and to this day still enjoy munching on this wonderful food.