So long and thanks for all the fish…

I’ve eaten a lot of fish.

There were moments when I questioned what I was doing.

Seeing the flying fish flit momentarily above the water in Barbados.


Catching glimpses of silvery slivers of fish dart gracefully underneath my  paddle board in Portugal.

I chose freshly caught fish, sustainable fish, fish that hadn’t been farmed.
But it took sitting next to a fishing boat watching the men bring nets in that I was confronted with the brutal reality of my choices.


All part of the food chain – all part of life. Not quite.


Things have got out of hand.