Earth Hour, 2010. Kirsty and I had no idea that it was, in fact, Earth Hour. We were trying out a restaurant called Frontier, which does an impressive line in piles of marinated meat. It was dark. Atmospheric. Only when the lights were turned on at nine thirty did we actually realise that we’d dined through Earth Hour.
Earth Hour, 2011. Kirsty and I realised it had been quite some time since we enjoyed piles of marinated meat at Frontier. It was dark. Atmospheric. Slightly familiar… then the lights came on at nine thirty, and we realised exactly how long it had been since we last ate there.
Earth Hour, 2012. We seized the day, and made sure we were at Frontier when the lights went off at eight thirty. Somehow, it just wasn’t the same.
Nevertheless, good patterns should be honoured. If I’m in Delhi next year, when Earth Hour comes around, I know where I’ll be.