You don’t find herds of moose in the Arctic, but sometimes you need a little artistic licence.
It’s not feeling very Christmassy here in Northern Spain. It has been 20 degrees C and it should be about 10, but in truth, it is like an everlasting summer. I’ve been out paddle boarding on the river Bidasoa and tomorrow I plan to go for a surf. Great fun, but not Christmassy. At least it gets dark at night and there are Christmas lights and decorations to enjoy.
When I was a kid, I had a cat (“Tac”, a white cat who adopted us when we lived in Cornwall) and I adored it. It pained me every time she caught a bird, or mouse, or mole. Especially when she left the remains on the doormat. I lived in New Zealand and Australia for about a decade and didn’t have a cat there, but I saw how the native wildlife was no match for the cats. At least in Melbourne, cats had to be kept in at night, but in most places in the world they are free to roam and kill millions of birds and small animals.