HERE comes a fire, crackling and ripping across hillsides of dry scrub and brown grasses. First we see smoke and hear sirens. Then flashes of flame high on the Sierra Nevada foothills. And the wind roars through the olive groves, and the sky turns brown, and all we can do is stand on the roof and watch . . .
Northern England and Scotland have had their record floods. Southern Spain is veering towards one of its driest winters in history, immediately following its hottest summer since records began.
No doubt in my mind about the devastating effects of climate change. No doubt, either, that those in denial are either wilfully ignorant or possess a recklessly selfish vested interest in short-term gain.
How many climate-change deniers are mopping out their wrecked homes or watching these fires sweep across the slopes above Órgiva? Not many, I bet.
Another centuries-old arched bridge collapses into a swollen river and another town centre sinks into stinking flood-water. Another fire rages across the slopes of mountains that should, in February, be white with snow. We stand and watch. That’s all we can do. Isn’t it?