What the hell is weather? I can’t seem to put my finger on what it is and why and how it is a thing. The storm hitting Cornwall at the moment is something I find super exciting and energising and fun. The sound of the rain battering the roof of the van while we sleep at night is calming and beautiful and warms my insides in some kind of ironic milkshake of enjoyment and fear. The wind rocking the vans structure is as if the storm is my mother rocking me into dreams of calm. I do not fear the storm due to shelter and we welcome the morning before work by opening the back doors of the van to look out to the stormy sea with our hot coffees and strawberries for an extremely privileged breakfast.
At breakfast however, we both tear up after recalling deeply emotional moments in films about how storms cause loss and expose a true sense of mortality and our minute defence against nature. I speak of the film ‘A drift” and he about “Cast Away’, our brains totally convinced by the footage and struck by its ability to portray the vulnerability of humans at sea but also the determination of people to survive when it would be so easy to die.

Who do we think we are? At the moment, the power of the sea and massive waves and storms out in the open ocean are popular topic while we drink out coffees at Stones Bakery, maybe this is because I hang out with surfers or maybe it is because our animal instincts are trying to tell us something is coming!
I went to a talk by Falmouth and Penryn’s Extinction Rebellion group two nights ago and they slammed us with reality checks and made me feel like if I wasn’t fighting and standing with Extinction Rebellion then what ever I was doing instead was immoral and fair play to them. It was harrowing and REAL and also felt pretty apocalyptic which makes me think, maybe it doesn’t feel apocalyptic, maybe it is apocalyptic and really life as we know it will not be the same for our children when they can’t go to Africa on holiday, neither South America or Australia or Portugal because the temperature is unbearable and humans can’t survive there. This year many countries have seen the hottest summers and temperatures ever recorded and it was 50 degrees Celsius somewhere in India which is stupid hot. The people of the Southern Hemisphere are on their way North because of either environmental crisis, and/or political crisis and are the people who really can answer the questions on the affects of Climate Change and I sat with my boyfriend in the van on the headland drinking coffee talking and fantasising about the trauma in films and stories of environmental disaster and storms that nearly destroyed people, where as the real story is going on now and it definitely isn’t a story.

It really feels now that I need to do something. Whether its local or over seas help, I feel I need to give help some how. I am interested in helping indigenous people who’s culture and land is being destroyed by development to benefit the West or help those indigenous communities being affected by Climate Change that they played no part in causing because they are the earth’s keepers and deserve more than destruction for something they had nothing to do with.