Thank you so much to the incredible
at 3 Red Cabbage Heads - poetry, knitting and essays of life on Substack! For more amazing bespoke knitted ambhibians and other creatures, check out Tamsin’s Art Makes section.Newt flew all the way from the UK to NZ. No - on a plane, silly! Newts can’t fly. If they could, I wouldn’t be such a fan of them. *shudders*
My Nan’s house in Alperton, London was as urban as could be - the opposite of the rural village of Cornelistrum, Co. Galway in Ireland from where she hailed.
In her London garden aged 6 or so, I used to stand on some loose bricks to chat to the little girl who was Nan’s next door neighbour. There was a deep garden pond full of aquatic life that was rare in such a built up residential and industrial area in my little friend’s garden. On the days I used to tiptoe on the brick step, and my friend couldn’t come out to play, I would find my own entertainment.
From beneath the overturned red bricks, if I was lucky, I would find tiny little British smooth newts, also called common newts. They were unfortunately not so lucky, because it was only at 2 weeks shy of age 44 (today) that I learnt that newts are not to be handled with dry, bare hands. Oops…
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Back to the Newt of today! After the long journey, I noticed that Newt arrived with a flat white! ☕️
How very Kiwi of her! She will need it to help her cope with the jetlag although she is already acclimatising well. The beastly cats are a bit much for her, but I am sure they will all be firm friends soon.
Tamsin kindly sent Newt on her way with a wealth of accessories, all of which I am trying to dissuade my ragdoll cats, Harry and Toby, from eating.
Dear Sam,
I am so excited to come live with you in a land that is so far away! I am really looking forward to it - and my new name if you give me one!
Love Newt
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Awwww, what a cute pair!
Goodnight xx
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