The summer seemed unending, and it felt almost inconceivable that we might slip back into winter, but the planet’s tilt will not be ignored no matter how much carbon we throw into the air. Winter is here.
I woke to -6ºC this morning, and a bright crisp frost under the bluest sky. The village lay under a blanket of mist that barely broke the rooftops and which soon dissipated. Summer now feels a lifetime away.
I was taken by the rotundity of some of our non-human folk, who have to make the best of the cold…
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