It’s a stormy, Autumn day. The wind is coming in the from the West, whipping sheets of rain past my window. Unusually, I can’t see the Minquiers, a group of islands and rocks about 15 km south of Jersey, where I live. I can barely make out the sea for the low cloud. There are loads of whitecaps. The BBC weather report talks about big seas and dangerous tides in the English Channel. The waves are pummeling our beaches. My cats are tucked up on their favorite chairs. There is no desire to play outside today.
Stormy weather. On a grander perspective I am curious as to when the storms of 2020 will end for us all? The world is indeed on a steep trajectory of changes this year.