Took the kids newting down the cycle path past Naburn, where there’s a ditch-like pond full of reedmace. In it, lots of frogspawn in process of hatching and we spotted eight smooth newts. I am glad to say that the old skills didn’t let me down.

This so inspired Lara (4) that she is at this very moment pretending to be one. Why not try it yourself? I should say that all the catch was safely returned to the water. If you’re wondering about the title of this post, here’s a clue.