Don’t tell me this isn’t global warming

Don’t tell me this isn’t global warming. I was brought up in Africa and had never possessed a cardigan until I arrived at Edinburgh university, aged 17, my teeth chattering with cold and shock. I grew up in that shimmering heat that rises off the ground in a haze. I’m used to snakes, elephants, herds of buffalo, and a childhood riding home from school and diving straight into the swiming pool to cool off before anything else.
But Britain, it’s not a place you associate with temperatures of 30 C, packed beaches and outdoor cafes. Soon the snakes and lizards will come here too, the mosquitoes and bugs. This is pretty exceptional but is set to become the norm as temperatures rise year on year by 3c. How scary is that. Not to mention the heavy rains, floods and rising seas that are coming too. So far I’m loving this weather- though it would be nice to be on a yacht or water skis intead of in front of my computer in a Georgian house in Islington. Nevetheless, it seems like the other day that London was snowbound, the buses had stopped running and we were all longing for a good summer. Well here it is.

One Response to “Don’t tell me this isn’t global warming”

  1. StephenNo Gravatar Says:

    When you talk about being on a yacht it takes me back to when I used to own a sail boat. Weekends were spent in the Solent with my two sons and I sleeping on board and sailing all day . . . . . fantastic !!

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