i wanted to post yesterday...but you know
Its odd, sitting here, waiting for the flames to come.
Flames that will engulf my house while i'm sitting inside it.
We were told that we should evacute at 6:00 yesterday morning, but we decided to stay.
For those who haven't been to my house, i live right smack in the middle of the bush
The bush comes right up to my house on the side that the fire is on, no 20 metre clearace for us.
But we do have a line of defence, we had massive sprinklers installed on our roof a couple of years ago and a reticulation system that soaks under the eaves.
Last night was rather scary, we were told that the fire would probably hit our location at about midnight if the wind changed.
I spent all yesterday clearing around the pump, cutting down trees, pushing back years of leaf build up.
If the pump goes we are fucked. the house burns down and our one route of escape is cut off.
The day before yesterday i just wanted it to come, a little bit of excitment
Yesterday i just wanted it come so that it would be over. sick of waiting, the gnawing feeling inside your gut.
will you still have a house to live in tomorrow? will someone you love be killed because your defenses arent strong enough?
But ideally i didn't want it to come at all
the day before yesterday the sun was a small red ball of hidden inside the haze that permeated the air.
yesterday the sky was clear, crystal blue, till about 1:30, then the wind changed and the red plumes came back, shooting miles up into the air.
Then the ash came, floating down, twisting as if in an australian parody of snow, a fine covering of white soot over everything.
i slept in the afternoon, then stayed up till 1:30am, mum got up at 2:00
the wind didnt change and they think they have it under control.
the plumes of smoke are still scarily close to where i live
Flames that will engulf my house while i'm sitting inside it.
We were told that we should evacute at 6:00 yesterday morning, but we decided to stay.
For those who haven't been to my house, i live right smack in the middle of the bush
The bush comes right up to my house on the side that the fire is on, no 20 metre clearace for us.
But we do have a line of defence, we had massive sprinklers installed on our roof a couple of years ago and a reticulation system that soaks under the eaves.
Last night was rather scary, we were told that the fire would probably hit our location at about midnight if the wind changed.
I spent all yesterday clearing around the pump, cutting down trees, pushing back years of leaf build up.
If the pump goes we are fucked. the house burns down and our one route of escape is cut off.
The day before yesterday i just wanted it to come, a little bit of excitment
Yesterday i just wanted it come so that it would be over. sick of waiting, the gnawing feeling inside your gut.
will you still have a house to live in tomorrow? will someone you love be killed because your defenses arent strong enough?
But ideally i didn't want it to come at all
the day before yesterday the sun was a small red ball of hidden inside the haze that permeated the air.
yesterday the sky was clear, crystal blue, till about 1:30, then the wind changed and the red plumes came back, shooting miles up into the air.
Then the ash came, floating down, twisting as if in an australian parody of snow, a fine covering of white soot over everything.
i slept in the afternoon, then stayed up till 1:30am, mum got up at 2:00
the wind didnt change and they think they have it under control.
the plumes of smoke are still scarily close to where i live