The otter who lives by the church

I'm with adam and liz.

We have found this really interesting place. I think its in sheffield
but it might be somewhere else in the uk.

There are two churches in alignment with each other and an old
building in between. Its an older part of the city, a place which is
quite magical and because all these modern buildings have been built
around them, they have been 'lost' or forgotten about, except to a few
people who still know.

There are these really big ponds in the grounds of one of the
churches (the main one). In the ponds lives an otter. He has made his
home here because there is such a large number of fish in the ponds.
He has even made friends with some of the people who walk by the pond,
by catching fish for them in exchange for company and treats. (He has
been a little bit lonely recently). I walk by one of these ponds
(there are a few, connected by little streams) and otter turns up and
starts throwing fish out of the pond onto the path beside me. He
catches this one enormous fish, way bigger than his own body, and
drags it out onto the path and dumps it right beside me and a few
passers by.

 We marvel at this fish. I am thinking about eating it, but don't take
it because the passers by may want to take it. We watch the otter
more, his sleek body darting about in the water. The supreme fisher.

Otter gets more fish and deposits them on the path. I am now sure that
he wants us to take them. I start putting on in my bag, but adam says
that back home we already have lots of fish in the freezer. I take it
anyway because fresh fish is always better than frozen. They look so
tasty!