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Come Home, Little Eel
Luna’s journey from the Sargasso Sea and back
A bedtime story for young children that follows one small European eel from the Sargasso Sea to the rhynes of the Somerset Levels, and all the way back again. Illustrated in full-page watercolour, it’s a gentle story to end the day with, and it carries a remarkable amount of real science, geography, heritage and conservation inside it.
What children learn
The eel’s life cycle, in order and by name. Egg, leaf (leptocephalus), glass eel, elver, yellow eel and silver eel, each named as Luna reaches it and collected in the word bank at the back. A complete metamorphosis, told as a story rather than a diagram.
That the journey is real, and enormous. The Sargasso Sea; the Gulf Stream, a river flowing inside the sea; a crossing that can take more than a year; and a return of thousands of miles, made as a silver eel without eating once.
The words of their own landscape. Rhyne (said “reen”), gripe (said “gri-pes”), estuary, sluice, water meadow, wetland, coracle and pumping station, and why Somerset is called “the land of the summer people”: in winter, the land was too flooded to live on.
How tides and water move. The sea breathing in and out twice a day, and how a tiny glass eel rides the tide inland, then burrows into the mud to hold on when the sea breathes out.
Adaptation and camouflage. Why Luna turns the colour of the riverbed and keeps to the dark and the bottom, and why an eel’s eyes grow big and its belly turns silver before it heads to sea.
Real conservation engineering. What an eel pass is, and how bristles and a trickle of water let an elver climb a wall. What a fish-friendly pump is, and why the old blades kill eels. Why an open barrier matters.
Somerset heritage. Eels paid as rent centuries ago, counted in “sticks” of twenty-five on a willow; rush-cutting from coracles; and straw ropes that are still made today and draped over barriers for elvers to climb.
Something quietly unusual. A young eel is neither male nor female and only becomes one as it matures, which is why the story waits until Luna is a grown silver eel before calling her “she”.
What it brings to light
The decline is real, and recent. The introduction is plain about the collapse in eel numbers since the 1980s, and in the story an old eel says it straight: “there are not so many of us.”
People make the difference, in both directions. The barriers are ours, but so are the passes, the nets, the ropes and the opened gate. The book’s sharpest moment comes at a pumping station: people have asked and asked for a safe pump, it still hasn’t been changed, and Luna survives only because someone walks out in the rain and opens a gate.
Good land management is part of the answer. Machinery kept off the riverbank, edges left wild, gripes running to the river, and new wetlands soaking up what would otherwise wash off the fields, until the eels can say, “we have lots of space.”
Nature recovers when it’s given room. Beavers arrive, their dam slows the flood, the river runs clean, and “nature began to return.”
Being unseen is the eel’s real problem. People love bees because they can see what bees do. Nobody sees what an eel does, so this book tells them.
Children can be part of the story. A class raises elvers in a tank and releases them into the rhyne, just as real schools do, so young readers see that they can help too.
Questions it gets children asking
How does Luna know the way? No one has ever seen European eels spawn in the wild, or watched what they do in the deep ocean. The book is honest that some of this is still a mystery, which is a rare and valuable thing for a children’s book to admit.
What else lives near me that I’ve never seen? The eel may be in their local ditch right now, unseen. After this book, a rhyne, a culvert or a drain becomes somewhere something lives.
Why do we love some animals and not others? The bee conversation at the heart of the book gives young readers something genuinely interesting to chew on: is it fairness, or just familiarity?
Who built that wall, and could it be opened? Once a child knows what a sluice means to an elver, weirs and gates stop being scenery.
Is anyone helping? Could I? Every helper in the book is an ordinary person: a farmer, a fisherman, a teacher, someone in wellingtons. None of them is a hero from far away.
What is it like to be small and go a very long way alone? Underneath it all, that is why it works so well as a bedtime story.
For schools: the word bank links to our teaching packs for Early Years to KS3, so the book can sit alongside classroom work.
