I spent some time near the Arctic Circle one summer. We were camped on a cliff with swallows. They sang their wake-up call 24 hours a day. Drove us crazy. A small Indian village was near us. The kids were playing games at 3AM by the clock. Everybody, including ourselves, soon got to working or loafing when we felt like it. I would hate the winters, though. The only games then are poker and sex, and pokher er poker soon gets boring.