Who likes mussels?

My daughter is scared of eating them but I have just polished off a kilo  -  with chips and mayo of course.

It’s my stand by order in any street side cafe bar along the coast anywhere between Belgium and Brittany - but despite being here at home in Cornwall they are hard to find. OK I’m 20 miles inland and there might be some when the nomadic fish stall sets up on Friday morning - but it’s Wednesday and the only place with them was M&S food hall.

What a difference from the mountain of shellfish in Super U in Roscoff. Here they come in cardboard boxes with sealed plastic inners.  But don’t go, I bought the lot. And as I ate them all by hand and slurped up the sauce I now need a shower, though there’s still a couple of inches of Muscadet in the bottle, so first things first.