Oh dear, the world (or
How have we grown so dependent on those winged lovelies that fly amongst the clouds? From a purely selfish perspective I can rubberneck others’ misfortunes; tut in sympathy because my dentist was stuck in
I also frown when I hear that exotic fruit is rotting in the fields in South America and Africa, I’m an elderly lady and immediate thoughts (born of the Second World War I suspect not the modern day ‘save the planet campaign’!) are can’t they be dried? I hate waste. I have been complaining for years about such as green beans grown in Africa and potatoes from
I am very uneasy about globalisation. Don’t get me wrong: take away my coffee, bananas and mangoes and I will be very upset; take away the chocolate and I might be healthier but I won’t like it. We are tightly knitted to each other, too tightly for our own good here on our island. We should be looking to the future, encouraging farmers back to the land, paying a decent price for our food. We should be extremely worried that we import so much of our food. Container ships will still ply the seas, the planes will fly again, but they need fuel and that is becoming increasingly insecure and with that insecurity comes our future Food Insecurity.
This last week of clear skies should be a warning. It probably won’t be.