Now I have returned this blog to the Sefuty Chronicles let me start the New Year with the rather gloomy idea for the back story of the Chronicles. The end of the world!! Well no, not the end exactly but the discussions on climate change raging across nations over tha last couple of decades inspired and fed the novels.
All
my life, we have been preparing for the worst. In the post World War Two years it was the
atomic bomb. That fear could almost be tasted. The Government had public information leaflets prepared on what to do if the worst happened. These instructions were to be sent to
everyone if a threat of a nuclear strike
was imminent – sorry, how much time did that give us to prepare?
We had the Cold War with all its danger of communist take over – my parents' generation seamlessly moved from fear of German invasion to Russian. My generation had to learn, having just missed the German threat.
We had the Cold War with all its danger of communist take over – my parents' generation seamlessly moved from fear of German invasion to Russian. My generation had to learn, having just missed the German threat.
Then
there were terrorists from within our own borders and from across the seas. Has it always been thus? I should think so life,
is dangerous and, depending on our perception, we chew our fingers to the quick
or largely ignore it. Maybe it will all
vanish. Look at the Berlin
Wall!
Now
we have a new possible threat. Not
nations threatening war but, we are told, climate change is going to kill us
all - well a great many of us. Maybe. Probably.
Our coastal towns will be abandoned to the sea, our land poisoned by the saline waters seeping in. Fossil fuel our very heart’s blood will dry up, agriculture land turn to deserts. Civilization, as we know it, crumble to dust.
Our coastal towns will be abandoned to the sea, our land poisoned by the saline waters seeping in. Fossil fuel our very heart’s blood will dry up, agriculture land turn to deserts. Civilization, as we know it, crumble to dust.
'Too
much' we say. ‘We’ll
muddle through, we always have, maybe we will again.’ we say. Or ‘They’ll think of something, they’ll have
to wont they?’
But
I’d like to pose a question or two for your thought and/or amusement
If the worst does happen this time
around how would you cope?
I’ll start with an easy couple
1) If fuel runs short permanently what would you
miss most?
2) If food becomes scarce can you grow your own?
