After over a month of fires, I have returned to my little cottage. In the old days, I would have been standing there with a wet bag on my head and another in my hands beating at the embers on the firebreak, but not these days.
These days I get sent away instead. For safekeeping. Parcelled off. Shipped out. Evacuated.
I’m not really complaining, I’m not the fast sprinter I used to be and I remember a couple of times when working on the firebreak having to make a dash for the truck and safety.
Crikey I appreciate those firefighters!