The climate has changed. For the past three years, there have been no April Showers at all. In the summer of 2021, monsoon rain arrived every afternoon in London, and no one said anything. My life here remains poised for another future no one has ever really imagined. On some days I think about moving back to my first home, Australia, even though my most precious bush place, 'my bush', burned to the ground in front of my eyes over 30 months ago now, and members of the public are still forbidden to go there. On 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.