Newt to this...

It was time.

Time for the annual fishing trip to Coniston. I say fishing, but it's really what happens in between the drinking and discussions over where we are in our lives.

This one was a little extra special for me as it also served as my stag do.

On arrival to our usual spot, one of the party lifted up a neighbouring rock with a view to making a fire (frowned on, don't do it - we earned a ticking off from the warden) and found this little fella lurking underneath with a few pals.

His pals soon scarpered, but this fella stuck around long enough for me to dig out the macro lens and take his mug shot.

Being the responsible citizens that we are the rock was replaced with all due care and attention to ensure that Newt-on wasn't crushed.

Respect the gravity of the irony.