Do we need any further proof of climate change than the general fear that we now feel as summer arrives. It's an attitude, once there was hope, suntans and a beach romance, and now there is fear, the spectre of bushfire and the country burning every year.
It never used to be like that. I remember when summer was just a thing of joy, fresh air and long afternoons on the beach as the sun seeped away for yet another day. Golden skin, blue skies, free as a bird, flying high above our lives. Sand and sea and winding roads, holidays and the evening breeze and tingling skin, sunsets, the company of friends, memories of then being made.
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