Hunting razor shells at Oxwich


Don’t bother hunting razor shells unless high tide is over 39 feet, David says. Today the tide flowed up to 42 feet, about as high as it gets, and when it dropped, in the middle of the afternoon, the sun shone and the wind was down: conditions were perfect.

Huntsman and quarry

Gail brought salt, a 3kg bag. David supplied his trusty squeezy bottles and a couple of buckets. He showed us how. You walk backwards, disturbing the sand with your feet. Sometimes the razor shells flick water at you. Otherwise, you’re looking for their breathing holes, which are supposed to be keyhole-shaped. Aim the squeezy bottle into the hole. Squirt in salty water. The razor shell coughs and froths then slides out, gasping. Grab a hold of it. Watch it kick its muscular foot, in and out. Into the bucket it goes.

Cooking them up

We collected some cockles too. A Chinese family were digging for clams. Higher up the beach, they’d collected a barrel full of winkles. We ate our catch at the top of the beach, burying the remains in the sand.