DAY 2

WE WAKE UP AND DECIDE TO GO CLAMMING. WE HAVE A MINUS 1.4 TIDE.

THE LADY IN THE OFFICE SAYS "JUST GO DOWN HERE AND THEY ARE ALL OVER. THE PEOPLE YESTERDAY CAME BACK WITH TWO BUCKETS FULL." HA HA HA....WE LOOK WAAAAY DOWN THE BEACH AND THAT IS THE ONLY PLACE WE SEE PEOPLE . SO WITH A BUCKET AND TWO SHOVELS, WE HEAD OFF; WALKING.

TWO AND A HALF MILES LATER WE ARRIVE AT THE BEACH. NOT KNOWING WHAT KIND OF CLAMS ARE HERE OR HOW TO DIG THEM WE FIND A MAN AND HIS TEENAGE SON OUT IN THE SURF "RAKING" CLAMS. OOPS... WE DON'T HAVE RAKES, OR BOOTS.

I GO BACK TO WHAT I KNOW, LOOKING FOR HOLES AND DIGGING. YEAH WE FIND MUD CLAMS BUT THE KEEP BREAKING. ON DOWN THE BEACH WE COME UPON A MAN AND WOMAN WITH HALF A BUCKET FULL; THEY HAVE COCKLES, AND TELL US TO GO OVER TO THIS PATCH OF GRASS AND JUST RAKE THE SURFACE UNTIL YOU HIT WHAT SOUNDS LIKE A ROCK. STILL DON'T HAVE A RAKE, SO I START TAPPING THE GROUND WITH MY SHOVEL...CLUNK...ALRIGHT A COCKLE.

WE GET OUR LIMIT.

NOW WE HAVE TO HEAD BACK. AN HOUR LATER WE ARRIVE AT THE MOTORHOME. DYING, I DOUBLE UP ON THE PAIN PILLS.