Something akin to the chilly, after-dinner walk children (and, let’s be honest, anyone else who’s become all snuggly and fuzzy-brained in front of a roaring log fire/festively glowing TV [invariably showing an assortment of long-anticipated and frequently disappointing Christmas Specials]) often have inflicted upon them by at least one particular family member with an irrepressible urge to ‘blow away the cobwebs’ -instead of pouring another tepid sherry and dozing/grazing their way through the remaining hours of Christmas Day – these penguins are demonstrating, with a similar level of enthusiasm, the Antarctic equivalent: a quick, post-prandial dip in the icy sea…
