Guest Post by Cabot Martin
Welcome, perhaps, to the age of Climate Change Sanity?
My words, I fear, will not match danger of the hour or the honour of filling the highly regarded Uncle Gnarley Monday morning slot. Only last night, I was on the phone with the man himself, dodging and weaseling, trying to get out of it.
But Uncle Gnarley, with his big white beard and all, is not to be trifled with and he soon laid down the law –
“How can I run a Blog if you are going to get on like that, changing your mind at the last minute?” he asked sternly, after raining down fire and brimstone, or at least the threat of such.
So I, whimpering , slung off in my chastised state to ponder with nothing more than a few fragments of an idea to work on.
Of course, my present confused condition is totally Bay de Nord induced.
