I remember when I was about 10 years old my headmaster took me and my sister to France with him and his wife for a fortnight holiday, they had a little place out there, and one thing that I loved to do as go fishing by the little river that ran nearby.
We did not have fishing rods but those little cheap fishing nets you can buy for like 50p. I remember getting very excited when I caught an oyster that I was convinced had a pearl in it and I remember getting very upset when the headmaster forced me to throw it back as I wanted to open it up and give the freshwater pearls to my mum as a present.
In hindsight it probably never had a pearl inside.
