…down to Watford to run a sustainability workshop for senior NHS staff.

I love the train – even going through as bland countryside as East Yorkshire. The early morning sun is casting warm light and long shadows across the fields and villages. And of course I can get on with writing this blog, continuing with the Green Executive and catching up on my e-mail action list using the convenient wi-fi internet access. And drink coffee. Who on earth would prefer to drive or fly?

Two people on the next row are discussing the difficulties of hitting their organisation’s carbon targets. I’m not deliberately earwigging (perish the thought), but I’ve got a Pavlovian twitch anytime someone mentions 80% by 2050 in my proximity. From what fragments I’ve overhead so far I could make about half a dozen suggestions…