A Short Climate Related Story

This week I wanted to share my second short story about a climate related theme. If you missed my first one, check out Caused By Climate Change. This new tale focuses on the increased occurrence of summer fires caused by extreme heat. The aim of my stories is to be bite-sized and thought-provoking. Hopefully you will enjoy it and it will highlight the idea that heatwaves are here to stay and we need to prepare for them and find ways to combat them.

A French Fire

When I applied to do a year in France working in a winery, I thought it was the perfect way to improve my conversational French before going to Uni. My mum was worried that I wouldn’t be able to look after myself but it turned out that that was going to be the least of my worries. A year of sun and cheap booze sounded like the best way to combine working with travel. I had so many plans to explore the region and expand my horizons.

As I settled myself into the grand farmhouse that belonged to Monsieur and Mme Dubois, I was amused by the cute puppy that bounced around the living room. Sipping from a French stew on that first evening, I was glad to be made feel very welcome by this wonderful family. It turned out that I wasn’t the only summer worker, as two others had been roped in and were of a similar age to me.

Gloria was from Hong Kong, with a slight eccentricity about her and Matt was another English gap year student. Both of them would end up being close friends and were incredibly supportive during the darker times.

Either side of me, at the dinner table, were Jacque and Claire, the kids of the household. Jacque was about 15 and Claire about 13. They were really smiley and very intrigued by their new guests. Jacque was constantly asking about London, which I knew very little about because I came from rural Yorkshire. Claire was fascinated by Gloria’s necklaces and was a little shy around Matt and I. She was very sweet and polite whereas Jacque was self-confident and cheeky.

“Do you ever work on the farms in England?” Jon, the father, asked us as he passed the bread.

“My grandad had a farm but he sold it before I grew up,” I said honestly.

“I am a city boy. But I love nature. I’ve climbed Snowdonia with my mates. Just not done any farming,” said Matt, pleased with himself.

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Our lack of farm experience meant that we were learning everything from scratch. Thankfully we were all fast learners. After a couple of weeks, we sank into a routine and were soon spending our weekend together exploring the local villages and taking a train to the seaside town of Bren-sur-mer. The weather was getting very hot indeed and I had to make sure I plastered enough strong sun cream on to prevent me becoming a lobster. My skin definitely wasn’t used to this heat.

Gloria had brought a frisbee and we quickly exhausted ourselves throwing and catching along a stretch of beautiful beach. Finding shelter, we drank gallons of water and nibbled on seafood.

“Someone keeps ringing me,” moaned Matt, trying to pull his mobile out of his satchel.

“Me too,” I said as I finally checked my phone, which I’d left on silent, thinking nobody would need me any time soon.

Before either of us had time to think, Gloria was on her mobile and looking concerned.

“There’s a fire. It’s close to the vineyard. Jon wants us to come back and help make a barrier.”

“Make a barrier? Like how?” squeaked Matt.

“Maybe with water?” I suggested as we all picked up our bits and headed towards the station.

As our train headed towards our station, we could see smoke filling the air over the horizon. Perhaps we were too late to make a difference. I could hear sirens in the distance and the station itself seemed deserted. As we started to trudge back to the farmhouse, the smoke seeped into the air around us and we could tell it must be close to our fields.

Luckily, the farm house was unaffected but the two children were home alone and given strict instructions to send us to the northern field straight away. It was obvious that Claire had been crying and Jacque was trying to act strong for her sake.

“You need to wear a mask. Dad left some on the kitchen table.”

“Are you two going to be OK?” asked Gloria, with genuine worry.

“My aunt is on her way to keep an eye on us,” said Jacque, now starting to look tired.

After borrowing the Buggie, we made our way down the dirt track that led to the north field. The smoke was everywhere but it was our eyes that suffered most. Matt was driving and I was doing my best to cover my face while Gloria sat spitting out particles of dust and swearing constantly in the back seat.

When we arrived, Jon and his wife were digging up some plants and making a clear section between their crops and the neighbouring field.

“We have to make the gap large enough that the fire won’t jump,” said Louise, while pointing to more shovels that were resting against the trailer.

“Make sure you have your back to the fire,” shouted Jon as he furiously dug a few metres away.

I’d never seen anything like it. About two hundred metres away was a wall of flames, so high that it was impossible to see past them. They consumed the landscape and tore violently through the neighbour’s apple trees. It was a sight to behold and I could see the terror in Gloria’s eyes as she dug silently. Even Matt looked frightened but he tried to keep our hopes up.

“Could be worse,” he sniggered. “At least it’s not a hurricane.”

Neither of us was reassured by that. Soon we were smothered in choking smoke…

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Waking up the next day in a hospital ward, I realised that I was lucky to be alive. At one point, we started to retreat but I was the last to pack up and was overcome with fumes on the Buggie as we left. Both Gloria and I had to be checked out by medics and spent the night in the local hospital.

Thankfully everyone else was alright but the north field succumbed to the blaze. A reporter stood at the end of my bed wanting to know what it felt like to be chased by a fire this huge. He told me it was all due to the heatwave and dry land caused by global warming.

“It was like nothing else I’d ever seen. When the wind changed the flames raced towards us. It stank. I really hope everyone else was safe.”

“You were incredibly lucky to escape with your lives,” he said honestly.

“These fires have been getting worse over the last five years. We never used to get them,” said Jon, looking forlorn. “I’m sorry you got caught up in this.”

“I guess we really need to start taking climate change seriously,” muttered Gloria who was in the bed across from me.

I thought about everything that had happened and announced, “Well it’s had an effect on me, that’s for sure. I’m going to change my degree and study Environmental Geography instead.”

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Thank you so much for reading my short climate related story. I hope that it made you think as you drank your morning coffee or planned your summer holiday. Please consider following my blog for more articles about global warming as well as book, TV and film reviews. I hope that you all have a brilliant coronation day.

Behind the Blogger – Tag

My blog has been running properly for about nine months now and I have only ever done one blogger tag. So today, I was inspired (and tagged) by the wonderful SimplyAlexJean to try the ‘Behind the blogger’ tag.

This tag was originally created by Olivia Lucie Blake and is a great way to explore some interesting facts about the blogging community. The trouble is, I really had to scratch my head for anything remotely intriguing to talk about. Anyway, here are my four facts and I shall be tagging others at the end to join in with this tag, if they fancy.

I am a total theatre geek

Once or twice I may have mentioned my fascination with theatre but I don’t just love watching shows, I also am obsessed with knowing the intricate details about production. More than this, I absolutely love standing outside the stage door, waiting hopefully for actors’ autographs and selfies.

Although Idina Menzel never actually emerged for signings, pretty much everyone else I ever waited patiently for, did give me their squiggle. My stage door sessions have enabled me to meet the likes of: Nicole Kidman, Imelda Staunton, Jennifer Saunders, Roman Atkinson, Jim Broadbent, Samantha Spiro, Catherine Tate, Jane Horrocks and Imogen Poots.

I never knew my dad

This is a fact that doesn’t really upset me but, I like to think, it makes me who I am. My dad wanted nothing to do with my mother when he got her pregnant and was never there for me as a child. It made me much closer to my mum and grandparents as a result. Part of me wonders if I have any half-brothers and sisters but I guess I will never know. I did try dna testing to find relatives but everyone so far has shown up on my mother’s side of the family.

At school I played the cello

When we were at primary school the teachers gave us all a music test. I remember it being about rhythm and notes but had no idea at the time what it was for. It turned out that I scored the highest out of my year group and was offered free music lessons and the chance to join the local kids’ orchestra. Having a choice of violin, cello or flute, I opted for the biggest.

For the next year I found myself carrying this massive beast of an instrument on my back for my mile and a half walk to school. By the way, when I went to school, everyone walked with their friends. Nobody ever was escorted by their parents. (I think that helped make people a bit more independent)

My mum kept complaining that the cello was too noisy and I got fed up of tripping over under the weight of it. One time I fell and grazed myself all over so I decided enough was enough. I quit the cello despite being quite good at it and I honestly regret it to this day.

I’ve been an Extra

A few years ago I wanted to try going part time at work and finding time to do TV and film ‘extra’ work once in a while. It was such a fun thing to do and I am still registered with a casting agency today. The only thing that stops me doing it these days is the requirement to attend onsite covid testing a few days before each shoot.

Spending time on sets was fascinating for me. I got to pretend to be a mortuary assistant first of all in a drama called ‘White House Farm’. The thing that surprised me the most was the fact that even with such a small scene there were so many other people around the set. I remember thinking, ‘Where are all these people going to go when we start filming?’ As it happened, a lot of them simply crouched down during a ‘take.’

It was hilarious for me because I had been given some new green wellie boots which were extra squeaky. Being asked to walk back and forth in the back of shot sounded easy. In fact, everything was made quite tricky because there were so many technical people crouched down around the room. So walking in a straight line became a game of ‘avoid the crew’, coupled with ‘don’t let the wellies squeak.’

Thank you so much for reading these random facts about myself. I would now like to nominate the following bloggers to have a go at the ‘Behind the Blogger’ Tag.

Confidently Kayleigh

Unwanted Life

TheGrumpyOlive

I am grateful to have been included in this tag. For more blog articles about books, entertainment and the environment, please consider following my blog.