I’m standing in the Royal Exchange Square at the back end of GOMA, the Gallery of Modern Art, experimenting with the wet pavement and the broad curving line of the steps when a child runs up the steps and races towards me. Sometimes the photography gods are kind to me. What is particularly kind in this instance is that the girl’s parents look on, smiling, apparently unconcerned that a middle-aged man is standing there with a camera.
I offer this photograph as a reminder of whose interests we serve at Cop26. Let us never forget: our children have no voice here. We will be long gone by the time the consequences of our decisions play themselves out in full. It will be our children who suffer or benefit from those consequences.
