I'm chuckling at the story of Sahara, the sun-loving Arctic seal.
The hooded seal has already been rescued twice after spurning his cold native waters to swim 1,000 miles in the wrong direction to the warmer seas of the Mediterranean.
He first washed up on a beach in the Canary Islands and was flown to the National Seal Sanctuary in Gweek, Cornwall, to recuperate before being released again near the Orkneys.
Animal care supervisor Tamara Cooper said instead of then heading back towards Greenland, he turned south again and made his way to Spain to be rescued a second time.
Sahara is now a permanent resident at the sanctuary and his carers are using a giant ice machine to try to cure his fear of the cold.
The machine, donated by Ipswich-based Hubbard Ice Systems, can produce half-a-ton of ice every day.
Staff said Sahara fled to the opposite end of his enclosure when they first started shovelling in the ice, but the cold treatment seems now to be working.
Ms Cooper said: 'It took a little while, but some memory from his pup-hood eventually seemed to surface and he came for a closer inspection.
'Once he'd had a sniff and then slid over the top of it for the first time he found he actually likes it.
'We don't think it will be long now before Sahara is a proper ice-loving Alaskan seal again.'
Seems a bit like cruel and unusual punishment to me! I mean, if the seal's sensible enough to prefer the warm, hospitable climate of the Mediterranean, isn't he showing remarkably evolved good sense?
Who knows? If Sahara can find a female seal who shares his love for sunshine, in a few centuries their progeny might evolve into a completely new variety of seal. How about the "St. Tropez Seal", complete with sunglasses, straw hat, and naturally-produced suntan oil oozing from their skins?