By Madame Escargot 
We were lucky enough to be able to pay a farewell visit to Fermento on Wednesday evening. For a while, I did think that we might not be able to go. My Achilles Tendon has been playing up and I had been resting it at home in the van for the previous week or so, in the hope of being able to walk down to dinner again. With the aid of my walking poles, I made it.
The effort was worth it.
At this visit we went a la carte. Starting with the irresistible Couvert (the breads here are amazing), we both followed with the Crispy Egg. I then put on my big girl pants, and had my first ever Razor Clams.
Yes! After all those years on Sanday, during which I ate nary a Spoot, I have finally had a bash at them. Go, me! I had fun telling the waitress about Spoots, and how to forage for them. I think that she may have thought me just a little bit mad.
I am missing a photo for Mr Snail’s second plate, but he opted for the Belly Pork again.
We left saying that we will return in October, though a change in events now suggests that we won’t be doing that (see later post.)