Sir, - When the wind is from the north, the aeroplanes fly over us. From first light until midnight. Summer and winter. The hollow whistle-roar is unmistakable, filling our sky.
For some of the passengers, their flight might be the opportunity of a lifetime, but for others it is merely a jolly. You’ve heard the chat: “I’m going to Berlin for a short break” and “No, I’ve never been there before.” There is glamour, admittedly, in flying to Bordeaux for a weekend in March.
Yet, last summer, hundreds of acres of pine forest burned just outside the city killing many of the creatures that lived there.
As the fires burned, the local people struggled, once again, with persistent temperatures of between 35 and 40 degrees Celsius.
I wonder, have we been fooled into believing that climate change can’t be controlled and so can carry on regardless? – Yours, etc.
ANTHONY BEESE,
Friar’s Walk,
Cork.