Don’t worry, he’s not ours. He is a newly arrived nephew. He has a first name and two middle names, all in homage to his recent ancestors. All of whom are now sadly deceased – great grandfather on the maternal side, and grandfather on the other. Sort of. It’s complicated. On my blog, we will call him simply Master J. He’s a cheery, chubby little fellow, isn’t he? He’s about eight months old now. Mrs P, being a good Mexican lady, is needless to say over him like a rash. There are many worse rashes he could have at his age.
It’s been as hot in parts of England as it has been in Mexico City this week. I’ve waited more than a year to be able to say that, and it won’t last, but I’ll enjoy the heatwave while we have it. Tomorrow we’re heading down to the beach. Bournemouth is just a twenty minute drive, but we’re planning on going to the slightly more exotic (and substantially less crowded) Sandbanks in Poole. And maybe on to Studland. The sands there are white, and when it’s hot you could, just for a moment, almost imagine you’re on the Mayan Riviera. That illusion will be instantly dispelled the moment your toes touch the chilly waters of the English channel.
The unseasonably hot weather we have suddenly, and belatedly, been blessed with is most enjoyable. It tempts one to wish we’d get a bit more of this global warming malarky. Not that everyone buys into global warming. I’m reasonably satisfied that we humans are having a significant and detrimental impact on the climate. The science is plausible, the evidence stacks up and the sources are credible. The opponents of AGW are, more often than not, nuts.
But those of us who are not climate scientists tend to have to rely on media sources due to our limited understanding of the complex data and models used. I do often come across sceptics who rely on a much older, tried and tested and easily demonstrable type of evidence – personal experience. They look out the window, and all is fine. Therefore the world is fine. Their couple of square miles of the globe are sufficient enough to be the basis of a judgement regarding the rest of the planet.
I find this bizarre, but quite interesting. Because casting judgements and making decisions based on personal experience has been such a reliable tool for human beings for millennia. The world isn’t local any more, of course. Nothing about any of our lives is terribly localised any more.
But anyway, using local climate conditions to come to a conclusion on the state of the planet probably wouldn’t work out for us Brits at the moment. We’ve had the driest and mildest winter for years. Followed by one of the warmest March’s on record. Followed by one of the wettest April’s on record. Followed by one of the coldest May’s on record. It’ll probably snow in June. The end of the world is nigh. The photo below, of Bournemouth’s pier, was taken on my Samsung Galaxy S2 with some filters added by Pixl-O-matic and Instagram.