The climate has changed. For the past two years, there have been no April Showers at all. Now it is summer, monsoon rain arrives every afternoon in London, and no one is saying anything. My life here remains poised for a future we had never really imagined. On some days I think about moving back to Australia, even though my most precious bush place, 'my bush', burned to the ground in front of my eyes over 18months ago now, and members of the public are still forbidden to go there. Other days I take myself to visit the ancient trees that have seen more than any person or history book written, and I gratefully breathe their unconditional gift of pure oxygen.