Final evening in Glasgow, the sun has set on our stay, and it seems is sadly setting on a Conference of the Parties where not enough progress has been made to bring the necessary hope to those already suffering. How can we sleep, how can we tell them we couldn’t change enough because we still don’t really believe either the science or their lived experience? We head back to ‘normal’ life, others we have met and ate with head back to the prospect of stronger than ever cyclones hitting their island homes, shattering their communities, breaking apart their hearts.
