I woke up a few times on Wednesday night. At one stage, I could hear a loud roar of hoses and voices talking softly. Not in front of our homes, but around the corner, volunteer fire fighters were burning and hosing down containment lines. The world slept, oblivious to the heat and smoke. On Thursday morning, men and women were putting out small spot-fires along a road through Leda Nature reserve. This afternoon, every now and again, the wind blows and I can smell fresh, cold charcoal. 200 hectares of native parklands were destroyed. Close to where these photos were taken, two rural properties were severely damaged... water tanks, fences and buildings were hit by flames.
