Like the climate emergency itself, the National Climate Emergency Summit in Melbourne last weekend was almost too big.
As the nine o'clock opening approached I strode to the end of the queue for the delegates' entrance. Surprise! The line starts 200 metres around the next corner.
I shuffle into the queue and put my journo question to the first person who makes eye contact. "Where are you from and why are you here?"
The couple next to me are from the edge of Torres Strait. Their beaches and their islands are in peril. They had to shift their cemetery to higher ground to save it from the rising tide. I compare the risks to our dunes and Bunurong/Boonwurrung artefacts. Inundation and development.