ABSTRACT
My wife and I visited an otter sanctuary with our five-year-old grandson who had always had a passion for this particular animal. It was pouring with rain on a miserable autumn day but he was oblivious to the cold and wet as he ran around excitedly looking at the different types of otter, being particularly captivated by the giant otter. We loved his enthusiasm but fell considerably short in matching it. We walked around at a more leisurely pace with our attention as much on the rainfall and temperature as the sanctuary’s inhabitants. Our grandson knew what he wanted, moved towards it with force as quickly as he could.
