When the Going Gets Tough … the Tough

August 18, 2021

Go cycling?

cyclist riding under a bridge

I’m still processing the publication of the IPCC report on climate change which was very bad news indeed for those who quite like the planet the way it is (or perhaps the way it was a few decades ago before all the bits of it that weren’t on fire were flooding). None of this would have been any surprise to anyone who has been paying attention (although as the news has got worse in recent months, I’ve not been so much reading the latest climate science reports as peeking at them through my fingers from behind the sofa) but it is depressing to see it there in black and white.

I try and keep things light on here but the truth is, I feel a real grief about the state of the planet right now, and the brink of despair about our chances as a species of grasping at the absolute last straw this report offers. When I consider what needs to be done (everything, now, or as soon as humanly possible) and compare it to the timid steps (and backtracking even on those) of not just the Westminster government but even the supposedly more sensible Scottish one (let alone any of the individual local authorities), the resulting mental whiplash is dizzying.

As long term readers will know, my response to this is to throw myself into cycle campaigning – not necessarily because I think it is the answer (certainly not on its own), but because action feels like the best antidote to despair. In the longer term, this means blowing the starting whistle on our plans to Pedal on COP in November, as part of a wider mobilisation effort to encourage the world’s policy makers to make some actual policies.

And in the short term it means an evening ride out with a pal to recce a route in support of a local group who got sick of waiting for policy makers, in particular the coonsil, and have got a short cycle route joining two communities nearly off the ground by their own efforts.

Evening light catching a field of grass

There are worse ways to manage your climate angst. Although I could have done without the slow puncture that has heralded the start of the Puncture Season now that hedgecutting has resumed.

Coming up next: knitting your way out of a climate catastrophe.

knitting in progress