I’m very glad that 2030 is the “cliff edge” for the climate (Report, 9 November). This means that we don’t need to do anything until 31 December 2029. Does it really need to be spelled out that action means yesterday? Did this “reality check” come as a shock to me? Not for a minute.
Tim Higgs
Hever, Kent
• Re climate change songs (Letters, 9 November), Canned Heat’s So Sad (The World’s in a Tangle) nailed it in 1970: “Too much smoke, too much gas, too little green”. Their songwriter Alan Wilson was also an ardent botanist and campaigner for the protection of California’s redwood groves.
Max Bell
Thame, Oxfordshire
• Memo to Marina Hyde (With a sleaze storm brewing in parliament, Boris Johnson seeks shelter where he can, 9 November): five months ago, I decided to stop washing my white hair. It’s fine – clean, non-smelly and as fluffy as ever. It didn’t even go through the “looking and smelling like a damp sheep” stage.
Dr Brigid Purcell
Norwich
• These southerners with their figs and raspberries (Letters, 7 November) can’t hold a candle to my bunch of sweet peas, picked this morning in my north of the Tyne garden.
Pat Stevenson
Holywell, Northumberland
• I was interested in the fact that eider ducks are sometimes known as “Frankie Howerd ducks” (Letters, 9 November). Whenever I’ve heard them, it has always made me think of Les Dawson and Roy Barraclough’s Cissie and Ada.
Fred Pickering
Chapel-en-le-Frith, Derbyshire
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