*** This story has an interesting conclusion to it. I will admit I needed to read it twice to catch on to what you were saying happened, or at least possibly happened. I have corrected some of the spelling to match American spelling, but I think you may be using British spelling techniques with the use, especially double L’s in several places.
Below you will find a line-by-line review.
*** Darryl was fascinated by them, (no comma) and ate them up as pink crab paste on buttered wholemeal toast for breakfast. Dined out on crab and crayfish cocktail (-s) at pub lunches across Essex, when there were pubs. When there were crabs, washing around the club pontoons on the murky estuarial Crouch.
***He used to ‘crab’ as a boy. In those days, every Friday evening from March to October, Ted drove May, his fair, rosy-faced wife (comma) and their only child to the caravan park beside the Crouch. They set-off (not hyphenated) early to beat the rush hour traffic, stopping off at the Smuggler’s Retreat for a beer shandy and crisps en route, returning home on Sunday night. Friday night meant fish and chips at sunset! The Hatchetts always ate at sunset.
***After supper, Ted, May (comma) and Darryl stood outside their clapped-out caravan and stared into the starry night sky, wishing they could afford a boat to navigate by starlight. … Darryl hugged himself to sleep in his damp bunk bed, (no comma) and dreamed of catching crabs the next morning.
***...Then it was off to the sea wall to watch the lucky boys and girls launch their Cadets, mummies (comma) and daddies pushing their little darlings off the pontoon in their Oppies.
*** Darryl always sat with May because she loved him dearly and wrapped her warm arm round around his shivery shoulders to stay the chilly sea breeze. While Ted filled up the pails with brackish water and unraveled (spelling) the bones-on-strings.
***At first, the sailors, eating breakfast on their sunny clubhouse terrace, looked down on the family as if they were miscreants trespassing on their pontoon in their shabby tee-shirts, grubby shorts (comma) and sandals. But after a while (comma) they started to feel sorry for them. They took them into their hearts.
***Do you believe in black magic? (This sentence makes no sense on why it is here, at least to me)
***As soon as the strings were drawn, the sky turned grey, dark clouds rolled over, and it poured. He was drenched, soaked to the skin. As May took off his wet things, (no comma) and towelled (spelling) her little boy dry, Darryl imagined the crabs lying in the mud, waiting for the happy children to catch them in the morning, and wished he could play. He was five-years (not hyphenated) old at the time…

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***Darryl Hatchett, 19, a redhead with curly hair, fell from a Cessna light aircraft as he travelled (spelling) back from a remote lodge where he was studying crabs as part of his natural science degree.
***The tragic incident happened 15 minutes after the plane took off from the remote Analalava region in northern Madagascar on July 25th. (not a new paragraph) Darryl is understood to have fought off British tourist May Hatchett before plunging 3,600 feet into the Madagascar savanna below, the newspaper reported. The pilot, Joe, also grappled with Darryl's leg and manoeuvred (spelling) the plane from side to side in a desperate bid to prevent him from flinging himself from the tiny aircraft.


Local police chief, Biclair Henri Razafinrandriafsimaniry, said: ‘The Cessna C168 aircraft was taking off from Anjajavy with three people aboard, including Mrs. Hatchett the tourist, Darryl (comma) and the pilot, Pierrot Rabetsitonta,’ (in the above paragraph you say the pilots name is Joe?) adding that Police have recreated the incident but not found his body, ‘After 10 minutes of flight, Darryl undid his seatbelt, unlocked the right door of the plane, and tried to get out. Mrs. Hatchett fought for five minutes trying to hold him, but when she was exhausted and out of breath, she let him go.’ (not a new paragraph) Investigators have interviewed the staff, Irene Boto and Imerina Zafy, and scientific research team leader, Professor Tovonanahary Andrianantoandro, at the beach hut where he was staying.

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