I’m not entirely sure what pulp mill everyone thought they were talking about up to this point, but Tasmania’s forest, er, peace talks have peacefully segued from vague mentions of “a” nice, friendly, peaceful pulp mill to “the” pulp mill. Remember that one?
Anyway it seems to boil down to “hand over the social licence or the trees get it”. Good luck with that, everybody.
“hand over the social licence or the trees get it†– that’s the cartoon I’d like to see !