Which British pond creature deserves to be crowned king of the murky depths?

This bumpy-skinned amphibian has halted more building projects than a planning committee. Arrogant? Maybe. Iconic? Absolutely.

Every March they turn your pond into a writhing orgy that would make Love Island blush. You can't help but admire the commitment.

Spends years lurking at the bottom murdering tadpoles before emerging as a glittering acrobat. Goth phase to glow-up complete.

Less famous than its crested cousin, but arguably better mannered and easier to spot. The Olivia Colman of British amphibians.

Sculls across the surface like it's the Henley Regatta, then dives down with a silver bubble of air. Pure pond panache.