Newt

Well as widely forecast a wet, wet dismal day, kind of in keeping with what to me is the depressing state of politics after our latest local and regional plus devolved nations elections. I’d already closed down Sula’s roof last night so I didn’t have to air the canvas back home. And I ignored all Gertie the satnav’s efforts to head for the A1 (lorries and spray), preferring a sedate run down the A15. When rain finally eased I inspected the garden and noticed this newt at the pond side. I believe it’s a male smooth newt - they do grow impressive crests in the breeding season.