I've just been out for a run in the dark and had a very weird experience. Coming down a country lane into a small valley (Kishfield between Kettleshulme and Whaley Bridge) I noticed what I thought was a leaf until it blinked at me. It was a frog. Then there was another one, and another. The whole road for about a hundred yards was covered in frogs. They just sat there as I tried desperately not to stand on any of them.
I think I managed to get through without committing amphibicide. Weird.
Update: Went back down thelane the folloing night withthe club andthere were even more (plus a few toads).