Finally …

After over a month of fires, I have retuned 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.

Now I get sent away instead. For safekeeping. Parcelled off. Shipped out. Evacuated.

I’m not complaining, I frequently need a wet bag on my head, bushfires or no bushfires.