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Saturday 9th August straight after the National 18 Championships ‘86 was a grand day, I phoned Lossiemouth for crew but got no joy. Mary and Morgan strolled past the pier and agreed that the Old Bar was calling. In the club Nigel (Who killed Cock Robin?) was at a loose end so he came too. Sufiana stopped on a cockle bed and 50m from good mussels.
Once collected the cockles and mussels are placed in large containers full of sea water with oatmeal added and left overnight. The shellfish eat the oatmeal and spit out any sand so they do not taste gritty. I have thought of adding garlic too...
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