I just about weathered a hot time with Lucifer

What a relief climate change has been reconfigured as extreme weather by the Trump administration, writes Suzanne Harrington

For a while it seemed we were doomed, but turns out it was just the weather. Nothing to do with either climate or change. I will be reminding myself of this as we drive to the exact corner of the South of France that has just gone up in flames.

The very campsite where we are headed, which we visit annually like migrating wildebeest programmed to return to the same beach year after year, is the one recently evacuated as the ‘weather’ turned the surrounding hills into a raging inferno more usually involving koalas with burnt paws. Not temperate, moderate France. And yet here it is, this extreme ‘weather’, burning down our holiday. Instead of immolated koalas, it was French-speaking Hermann’s tortoises who perished, too ponderous to hoof it into the Med to save themselves.