This illustration from my Northenders series harks back to my 50's/60's recollections of the ladies who would beaver away at a large marble slab peeling shrimps into pint pots made of wood bound with brass hoops. The speed of their nimble fingers would be a blur and would only be matched in speed by their tongues...Apologies to my Aunt Elaine in who's possession this illustration now resides, and who is still peeling shrimps in her late 60's.
Not only ladies, I remember as a child peeling shrimps into pint pots fir my uncle the late John Garnett, I think the pay was 3d per pint!
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