I’m writing beside a beautiful lagoon on the tropical South Pacific island of Espiritu Santo, not far from where I was born and spent my early years.
Working on climate change introduces a note of melancholia to such holidays: how long before my waterside bungalow gets washed away in more extreme storm surges and rising sea levels? Does that bizarre tubular jellyfish that I managed to avoid snorkelling today represent the new dominant as oceans acidify?
At least there is good news on the energy front: