My Dad was a pilot

by Sandy McDonald My Dad was a pilot. When I was young he flew a plane called a Vickers Viscount with four turbo-prop engines. If I was flying with him, I was allowed to sit in the cockpit for take-off. As soon as the plane was airborne, my Dad, and the First Officer,...

Language in the climate crisis

by Annabelle Lukin, Associate Professor, Linguistics To change collective attitudes to the climate crisis, we have to change people’s language.  This is not easy – most of the time we don’t stop and think about how to say something. We now need a...