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CLIMATE CHANGE Agriculture II/REUTER S S OMMER S ;JOHN STAPLE S/REUTER S DARREN ‘We can prevent the worst impacts of climate change. But we need the political will to make that happen’ ABOVE: farmer David Revill checks his flood-damaged runner bean crop in Severn Stoke, Worcestershire, in July 2007; BELOW RIGHT: corn plants struggle to survive in a drought-stricken farm field in Ferdinand, Indiana, in July 2012 the virus to persist for longer during winter and its main midge vector species to expand northwards. And sure enough, a 2011 study found concrete evidence that recent outbreaks of the disease across Europe were linked to climate change. The disease was irst reported in the UK in 2007, and has killed 30 35 per cent of sheep locks that it has infected. ‘It wouldn’t have appeared on the shores of the UK if the temperature hadn’t warmed su iciently for the midge to survive,’ Jones says. SALINITY THREAT In low-lying coastal areas, sea-level rise is beginning to have a signi icant impact on agricultural production. In Kiribati, a small Paci ic island nation, changes in rainfall patterns, rising sea levels and storm surges are leading to salt contamination of freshwater resources and soil. Taro, once the most abundant crop on the islands is increasingly being killed by saline intrusion, as are coconut palms and fruit trees. According to a report by the Ministry of Health and Medical Services there has been an overall deterioration of health, with 60 per cent of children under the age of ten suffering from Vitamin A de iciencies and malnutrition. In Bangladesh, rising sea levels in the Bay of Bengal are encroaching on the vast lat agricultural lands of the fertile Ganges Delta, resulting in increasing levels of soil salinity. A 2010 study found that salt-affected areas in ten coastal districts of Bangladesh had increased by more than a quarter to more than 950,000 hectares between 1973 and 2009. In some districts, the salinity level had almost doubled. There was also an increasing trend of salinity in a number of the local rivers, while waterlogged areas had also more than doubled, from 62,000 hectares in 1975 76 to 148,000 hectares in 2008 09. This was due to a combination of factors, including seasonal submergence and tidal surges. Although a trend towards planting salt-tolerant varieties of rice is helping some farmers just about hold their own, many are facing disaster. A 2012 survey of 360 farming households in four villages in the delta found that 80 per cent of respondents experienced high salinity in their rice ields, compared to two per cent and 13 per cent ten and ive years ago respectively. The farmers reported that almost all salt-free and low-salinity farmland had turned into mediumor high-salinity farmland, which had a severe impact on agricultural productivity. Three quarters of respondents reported declining rice production, with more than 60 per cent saying that they faced a food crisis during at least some of the year. LIVING IN HOPE So where’s the hope, if indeed there is any? The answers are often simple: mulching, composting, using forms of irrigation that can cope with limited water and planting drought-resistant crops. Small-scale farmers in developing countries are already implementing these strategies, with the help of development NGOs. But the big changes need to come at an international level, says Oxfam’s head of economic justice, Hannah Stoddart. ‘It’s not all doom and gloom if we can mobilise political action and if we can kick the fossil-fuel habit in the North,’ she says. ‘We can prevent the worst impacts of climate change. It’s eminently possible. But we need the political will to make that happen.’ And how hopeful are you that this will happen, I ask. ‘I remain hopeful,’ she says. Are you perhaps crossing your ingers when you say this? She smiles and doesn’t deny it, but the future of agriculture is going to need more than hope if it’s to remain secure. 62 | March 2014
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C O M P E T I T I O N PureTravel writing competition 2013 Last year’s winner is Suzy Pope O N C E B I T T E N ‘Yeah, base camp was amazing,’ Edwin said, necking another shot of nasty vodka and wincing as it went down. I copied him, the neat alcohol hitting the pit of my stomach. I had run out of instant noodles and was starting to feel hunger pangs. Edwin was a proper traveller – a medical graduate with a mountaineering addiction. I had just spent three months on various beaches in tropical Southeast Asia drinking gin and tonic from buckets. Luckily, the heat was cranked up to the 30s inside the wood-panelled train compartment; the only evidence of the freezing cold outside was a crispy layer of frost at the bottom of my blanket where it leant against the outer wall. Looking out the window at the expanse of Siberia, it was as if someone was playing the same dirty ilm reel over and over – low brown hills splotched with snow. Half-way through the second bottle of vodka, the squeal of train brakes announced our arrival at a desolate Siberian station. Peering out of the window, I saw old freight trucks standing as if frozen to the track opposite. Edwin applied a million layers of outdoor-activity wear. I, however, prepared to leave the train for the irst time in two days by popping a hat and scarf over my linen jungle clothes. Through the window, I spotted little shops stocking beer, vodka and a million varieties of instant noodles. Thank God. Without food, the vodka was going straight to my head. Ice coated the door, freezing it shut. Edwin battered at it with his shoulder, but it wouldn’t budge. I started to panic. I didn’t fancy living off pocket luff and toothpaste for the next three days. ‘Excuse me!’ I shouted down the carriage to no-one in particular. Other than the two of us, it was packed with Mongolian students returning from New Year; they had all brought enough steamed pork dumplings for the journey. The provinista (train attendant ) waddled out of her compartment wearing nothing but her thermal underwear and a deep scowl. She was large and bulky, built like a female wrestler with the skin-tight out it to match. She grunted something in Russian, draped a heavy grey coat over her thermals and started battering the train door with the ire poker. Eventually, the door swung open with an almighty ‘crack’ and the needle-sharp chill of the Russian winter hit me. Within minutes, my hair had frozen and a thin layer of ice from my breath had settled across my scarf. It felt as though 1,000 tiny needles were pricking the surface of my skin and by the time we reached the shops, I couldn’t feel my ingers. We stocked up on instant noodles and more vodka because the timetable was in Cyrillic, and for all we knew, it could be days until the next station. Just as I was handing over my rubles to the toothless shopkeeper, I heard the shriek of the train whistle. Snatching up my instant noodles and renewed stock of vodka, I skidded across black ice to the door of my carriage. The provinista, now hanging out of the open train door and bulging out of her thermal underwear again, shouted and bulging out of her thermal underwear again, shouted garbled Russian at me, holding out a hand. I grabbed on to the metal railing of the door and pain shot through my ingers like I’d been burnt, but I managed to pull myself into the carriage. The provinista slapped me on the back and laughed like she’d never seen anything so funny in all her life. I threw my instant noodles onto the bed and stuck my ingers in my mouth. I was in agony. Tears pricked my eyes as the change in temperature sent searing pain through my digits. The tips were turning a dull blue and Edwin, in his serious mountaineer’s voice, shouted at me to run them under very mildly warm water. The lukewarm water felt as though it was scalding my ingers and I started to cry from the pain. Emerging from the toilet compartment 15 minutes later, I held out my bruise-coloured ingers to Edwin like a child with a paper-cut, tears streaming down my cheeks. ‘Just what I thought,’ Edwin said as he studied my hand, ‘frostbite.’ ‘What? Frostbite?’ I couldn’t believe it. Frostbite is for intrepid Arctic expeditions, not dancing about on a station platform after too much vodka. I clutched my poor, painful ingers to my chest not knowing what else to do. Moscow was still three days away. 2014 COMPETITION Write and tell us about your ‘breathtaking moment’. You could have stumbled on a stunning view or a long-lost ruin. Perhaps you bumped into someone unexpectedly, were shown kindness by a stranger, had an intricate plan work out or you simply slipped into some icy water. Make us feel the moment with you. Entries should be 350 750 words in length and your own original work. Please give your article a title. Entries should be sent to: competition@puretravel.com, with your name, email address and telephone number by 31 October 2014. All entries will be posted on the PureTravel website. Ten articles will then be selected by a panel and these pieces will be open for public voting until 4 December 2014. The three most popular will then be judged by a professional travel writer and the winner announced on 11 December. The winner will receive £1,000 and their winning article will be published in Geographical. For full terms and conditions, please visit the competition pages on PureTravel.com. ABOUT PURETRAVEL PureTravel offers hundreds of holidays around the world, all organised by a huge network of specialist tour companies based in the country in which the holiday takes place. They bring a wealth of local know-how and expertise to the organisation of your holiday. It also means that the money you spend on your holiday directly bene its the people of the country you visit. Whether you’re looking for an adventure, sightseeing, nature, activity or a bit of everything, you’ll ind it all at PureTravel.com. Geographical M A G A Z I N E O F T H E R O YA L G E O G R A P H I C A L S O C I E T Y ( W I T H I B G ) March 2014 | 63

CLIMATE CHANGE Agriculture

II/REUTER S

S OMMER S

;JOHN

STAPLE S/REUTER S

DARREN

‘We can prevent the worst impacts of climate change. But we need the political will to make that happen’

ABOVE: farmer David Revill checks his flood-damaged runner bean crop in Severn Stoke, Worcestershire, in July 2007; BELOW RIGHT: corn plants struggle to survive in a drought-stricken farm field in Ferdinand, Indiana, in July 2012

the virus to persist for longer during winter and its main midge vector species to expand northwards. And sure enough, a 2011 study found concrete evidence that recent outbreaks of the disease across Europe were linked to climate change.

The disease was irst reported in the UK in 2007, and has killed 30 35 per cent of sheep locks that it has infected. ‘It wouldn’t have appeared on the shores of the UK if the temperature hadn’t warmed su iciently for the midge to survive,’ Jones says.

SALINITY THREAT In low-lying coastal areas, sea-level rise is beginning to have a signi icant impact on agricultural production. In Kiribati, a small Paci ic island nation, changes in rainfall patterns, rising sea levels and storm surges are leading to salt contamination of freshwater resources and soil. Taro, once the most abundant crop on the islands is increasingly being killed by saline intrusion, as are coconut palms and fruit trees. According to a report by the Ministry of Health and Medical Services there has been an overall deterioration of health, with 60 per cent of children under the age of ten suffering from Vitamin A de iciencies and malnutrition.

In Bangladesh, rising sea levels in the Bay of Bengal are encroaching on the vast lat agricultural lands of the fertile Ganges Delta, resulting in increasing levels of soil salinity. A 2010 study found that salt-affected areas in ten coastal districts of Bangladesh had increased by more than a quarter to more than 950,000 hectares between 1973 and 2009. In some districts, the salinity level had almost doubled.

There was also an increasing trend of salinity in a number of the local rivers, while waterlogged areas had also more than doubled, from 62,000 hectares in 1975 76 to 148,000 hectares in 2008 09. This was due to a combination of factors, including seasonal submergence and tidal surges.

Although a trend towards planting salt-tolerant varieties of rice is helping some farmers just about hold their own, many are facing disaster. A 2012 survey of 360 farming households in four villages in the delta found that 80 per cent of respondents experienced high salinity in their rice ields, compared to two per cent and 13 per cent ten and ive years ago respectively. The farmers reported that almost all salt-free and low-salinity farmland had turned into mediumor high-salinity farmland, which had a severe impact on agricultural productivity. Three quarters of respondents reported declining rice production, with more than 60 per cent saying that they faced a food crisis during at least some of the year.

LIVING IN HOPE So where’s the hope, if indeed there is any? The answers are often simple: mulching, composting, using forms of irrigation that can cope with limited water and planting drought-resistant crops.

Small-scale farmers in developing countries are already implementing these strategies, with the help of development NGOs. But the big changes need to come at an international level, says Oxfam’s head of economic justice, Hannah Stoddart. ‘It’s not all doom and gloom if we can mobilise political action and if we can kick the fossil-fuel habit in the North,’ she says. ‘We can prevent the worst impacts of climate change. It’s eminently possible. But we need the political will to make that happen.’

And how hopeful are you that this will happen, I ask. ‘I remain hopeful,’ she says. Are you perhaps crossing your ingers when you say this? She smiles and doesn’t deny it, but the future of agriculture is going to need more than hope if it’s to remain secure.

62 | March 2014

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