Another first for the city boy who went on holiday by mistake. I heard munching and stumbling sounds outside my window at 6.30 am. In London that would mean a spaced out clubber sitting on the step, half way through their donor-kebab style breakfast. But this is a different place and there is no front garden. Also the windows have to be completely blacked out here because it only gets slightly dark for about five hours a night. I lifted up the blinds and a moose was about three inches away from the glass.
We both looked at each other with a Homer Simpson DOH ! expressions and s/he carried on with breakfast. Was so big she had to kneel down to reach the grass, like she was praying.