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October usually brings downpours, high tides, high winds and autumn to the pueblo, but this year has been different. Global warming is certainly to blame, and that means us, we are to blame. But that doesn’t mean we have to behave as Spartans or monks all the time.
Of course, we all have to do something about it. And we have to learn that doing something doesn’t just involve pointing fingers at everybody else, for a start. Sitting home and shouting at the telly does not count as doing your bit as an eco-warrior.
We in the West are particularly to blame as we use far more energy than the rest of the world, despite being far fewer in numbers. We can use less electricity and water. We can stop being so eager to jump into our cars for the slightest errand, we can use our legs instead. You don’t know how much you’ll enjoy it till you try.
If we can’t cut out meat altogether, we should eat far less and make sure it is meat from animals raised in pastures, from chickens that are free to range around the land in sunshine. Raising animals kept in dark and tight spaces is not only extremely cruel, but it is also damaging the planet. And we needn’t think that switching to fish will solve the problem, overfishing is threatening fish stocks so much that many spieces that used to be plentiful just a few decades ago are on the verge of extinction.
But all this doesn’t mean life has to stop while for us all to engage in an endless downward spiral of depression. The world is still a beautiful place to live and not to enjoy it will help nothing. This weekend I enjoyed myself watching others enjoy themselves.
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