Today it rained. Nothing unusual in that, you might say. Except that we're in the depths of winter in northern Scotland. This is the first rain we have seen for weeks. January was just about the driest since records began. Right now it's 10 degrees centrigrade. I look out of the window at the mountains and they are devoid of snow.
When I first moved out her twenty years ago you expected to be snowed in ever winter. We all dreaded February, the cruellest month in this part of the world. Whole houses regularly got buried in snow at this time of the year. Villages were cut off.
On Sunday I worked in the garden in my shirt sleeves. Every winter seems to get milder. Something is happening. Shouldn't we all be doing something, instead of just talking about it?