Quote Originally Posted by xsnaggle View Post
When I was a boy there was a guy who had a huge granite slab just inside the market door, directly opposite Ashtons.
He used to tip a dustbin of cockles on there and sell them for 3d a saucer. I loved going there with my dad and having some, feeling really grown up standing amongst all the men.
You could buy them to take home in measures of a pint or a half pint
I have a recollection of the heady fragrance of fish, pipe tobacco and woodbines. I used to love going to the market with my dad too.