On Monday, I saw my very first Palmate newt (Lissotriton helveticus).

Unfortunately …

The Moorhen was treating the newt in almost the same way a cat sometimes plays with a mouse, dropping it, picking it up again, twirling it round, bashing it against the water and reeds. And, surprisingly, it didn’t eat the newt, just dropped it in the water and stalked away when some people came noisily walking along the adjacent boardwalk.
p.s. I’m hoping at some stage to see a live newt!