(Kool and the Gang never gets old) As a brutally hot summer in Europe comes mercifully to a close, I’ve been feeling more clear-eyed about the climate crisis. It’s probably going to be more unpleasant than I’ve imagined, and I’m trying to mentally prepare myself for tougher times to come. What I find most striking about the present moment, though, is how distinctly I can see much of the world I grew up with vanishing, just as a new one, full of promise and peril, emerges in i

As I write this roasting in Gare du Nord, western Europe is on day 12 of the roughest heatwave I can remember. Temperatures are about 15C higher than historical averages. Large parts of France have seen highs around 40C, it's been 36C+ across Switzerland, and it even touched 15C at the 3500 metre-high Jungfraujoch in the Alps. Bordeaux, Berlin, or Baghdad - What's the difference? Image: Zoom Earth Climate change is making heatwaves like this more common across the planet, but

Preserving winter experiences for future generations is important to me, and is one of the reasons I care about urban, energy, and transport policy. In much of the world though, a passion for winter sports contributes to winter's gradual decline. Winter tourism, like all tourism, is fairly hard on the environment - there's a lot of flying, driving, and consumption involved. In North America, going skiing generally looks something like this. Big cars, long drives, and no alter