Looking into the pond at the Visitors' Centre at lunchtime I counted no less than 30 great-crested newts hovering like black mini-'gators just under the surface. Normally they are nocturnal but I guess the non arrival of the British summer had got to them too. As I approached to get some photos there was series of "plops" made by frogs hopping back into the water from the bank. It reminded me of a prairie pond in Illinois where I first encountered bullfrogs and turtles. Walking along the bank caused an absolute cascade of panicking, tumbling, hopping, falling, splashing objects, none of which I saw.
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Anyway, my enthusiasm was up, so I went off in search of more snakes around Rudd Pit. I found three more, but they were very alert. The only one that I was able to approach had its head in a hole and thought I couldn't see it. I got a photo of just it's middle. 'Different or what?