I keep harbouring on about climate change and it still infuriates me when people say it doesn’t exist. In March we had 26c and then in early May it went back down 3c……these are the symptoms of mother earth with a high fever. When I was a kid growing up in the 1980’s weather was consistent we had 4 seasons and summer was predictable. We spend most of the days by the beach and then on the odd day where it rained we would do some other family activity. Now you simply couldn’t plan that, being a weather forecaster today and getting it right 5 days ahead is like winning the national lottery. A few days ago it rained the entire month of June’s predicted rainfall in 6 hours. Flooding and river banks overflowing and having 4 seasons in the week is becoming the norm. Yet some political leaders still deny it……WHY? Now explain to me is it just a random coincidence that 5 of the hottest summers ever recorded were in the last 8 years, Co2 levels in the last 70 years have gone up to 400 parts per million when historically for 800.000 years it always ranged between 180-280ppm. Come on its like saying Lee Harvey Oswald shot JFK alone from that book store. You just know it isn’t true. The evidence is too strong that we human beings are writing cheques for mother earth that we can’t cash. Now if you really want to have an impact become vegan, don’t travel, wear sandals, grow a beard, turn farmland back into forests, reduce consumption of plastics, control population growth etc….the list goes on. But are we willing to sacrifice all these luxuries we take for granted? Doing the above sounds a bit like joining ISIS and then going to Chernobyl reactor 4 in April 1986’……it will be hot and sure as hell not much fun but one day we might not have a choice.
During the kids half term we went to York to see my Viking ancestors as if that wasn’t enough for a 10 and 7.5 year old we decided to swing by Stonehenge and to torture the kids even further we decided to visit the Salisbury Cathedral. The kids were like great another old building with moss growing up the side and lots old farts standing there going “oohhh, wow, beautiful, look at that stained glass”…Then just in between all the history and architecture we would drive on Britain’s congested road network and I would have to endure “Dad are we there yet?” “How much longer before we are there” I would occasionally respond don’t worry there are more old building waiting for you and somehow it stopped them asking any further questions. The tragedy of it was when you ask them afterwards the highlight of the half term was visiting KFC and watching Aladdin and Secret Life of Pets 2. Forget about the fascinating 1200 year history, amazing architecture, and stained glass, nope give them some fast food and a bit of Hollywood and they are in their element. Why do we bother with all that holiday expense when I all I need to do is drive to nearest fast food joint and get them a cinema nearby. If I put on my kids glasses and think back to 1982 which was the time I saw my dad cry to E.T, I am sure my parents also brought me to see old buildings but do I remember them, nope not one little bit!!! but I do remember they opened the first McDonald’s in my hometown and I saw E.T. You see we are no different from our kids and we are more like our parents than you think.
In Early June my wife and I celebrated our 15 year wedding anniversary and my youngest daughter (Mila 7 years old) who is quite the romantic said “Dad tonight Maya and I will go early to bed so you and mum can have a romantic evening, we will put out the candles for you and help you prepare a dessert” I thought how sweet and considerate is that. During the day we were out shopping for the romantic evening and we stopped by a specialist confectionery shop to buy some salted caramel fudge. During the drive on the way home I made a comment to mummy on the front seat with some slightly sexual undertones where I said “I can’t wait to have some of your fudge tonight” My youngest daughter giggled on backseat and said “dad I know what you meant”- she caught me red handed but I quickly denied it. The following day when we came down for breakfast my daughter looked at me and said “How was mum’s fudge last night” (and then she winked at me)……I was lost for words but her timing and delivery was a master class in comedy – I am shocked at how much kids understand these days even our adult code language has been broken…….I feel like I am driving with Bletchley park (code breakers) on the back seat and they have completely unravelled our enigma machine. On that happy bombshell I want to wish you and your loved ones a wonderful summer and be careful next time you speak next to young kids they understand a whole lot more than you think.
All the best,