Julia came home with a picture of a newt today – she’s been looking for one all year. This one turned up as they were clearing a heap of rubbish. The heap had been there since before she took over at the garden, in case you are wondering. It was, it seems, a more attractive berth than the various newt habitats that they have built around the garden.
The newt was not, she says, particularly glad to see them.
I can understand that. You’re all wrapped up and snug in preparation for a long winter snooze then somebody comes and rips your roof off. In similar circumstances I’d be pretty hacked off too.
They tucked it in and put all the stuff back on the heap. They can finish that particular job in Spring.
The picture is a bit blurred, but it’s taken a long time to get it so I’m going to use it anyway.