Jane Caro is happy to call herself privileged. She does so only minutes after inviting me into her federation home on Sydney’s lower north shore, complete with heritage glass windows and a leafy back garden.
“I know what a privileged and fortunate person I am,” she says, donning a wide-brimmed hat and sunglasses. It may be autumn, but Sydney continues to be hot and sticky – thanks, Caro notes, to our changing climate.
