And what if no planes flew again?
Volcanic ash, empty airports, travel chaos, empty skies of streakless blue. I know it is a problem: our daughter in law and grandson are trying to get back from Florida and our other daughter in law's parents are stuck in Mumbai. But a little voice inside my head plays with the idea of a world with no flight, with travel slow and the world made huge again. Would we all go back to holidaying in Scarborough as I did as a child, with no more overcooked Brits shouting and peeling their way around the Mediterranean? We'd have to give up Kenyan beans and Spanish tomatoes and at last treat seriously the idea that we should grow the food for our country in our country. What would that do to farming and food prices? I know we would devastate the livelihoods of the Kenyan producers. I'm not saying it would be some kind of Utopia, but how very different it would be. All those middle class kids trogging round Thailand in their gap year would be reduced to int...