© Fulcrum




We have eels in the estuary at the bottom of our garden. The family want to smoke and eat them. I refuse to allow that.

Every afternoon at low tide, I make my way to the estuary. In one hand I carry the eel’s food in a plastic container. In the other I carry a silver teaspoon with eel teeth marks in it. As I get nearer I call and when I am within sight they are already swimming towards me.

Although eels are nocturnal they always come.....


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