Sabrina, the river Severn

We drove up to Twigworth, near Tewkesbury, to the Nature in Art museum. Today was the last day of the Printmaking exhibition entitled The Decline of Eels by Julia Manning. Eels are so extraordinary: they live in the waters around the Somerset Levels for up to 25 years, until the feel the urge to breed, and then they make their way by night, all the way to the Sargasso sea, where they breed, and spawn, and presumably die (their bodies are never found). Then their spawn, or milt, is carried back all the way to Bridgewater or Burnham-,on-Sea, developing along the way through various stages, including glass eeel and elver. Their gender development can go either way, depending on what is needed by the wider population. Eel populations in Somerset have declined by 95% in recent years. Apart from not catching or eating eels, or polluting watercourses, I'm not sure what we can do as individuals. 

After  we'd viewed the excellent exhibition and had a cuppa and wandered around the tranquil grounds, we set off for Wainlodes, by the Severn, the site of a pub and caravan park. We're used to seeing the Severn looking wider and more estuarine, but it's definitely a broad deep river up in the north of the county. A narrow boat passed. I've put it in extras.

When we got back we had lunch, I finished a jigsaw and started my memoir writing homework. CleanSteve made a chicken dinner, a rare treat for us, and I carved. Perfect Sunday, all in all: the sun even shone once or twice! 
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