I keep getting this feeling that things will never be the same again, that we are like passengers in a car with a reckless driver skidding out of control at speed towards a tree.
In the fifties and sixties, my mother would talk about the 1930s fires that devastated Victoria, of “Black Friday” – 20 or 30 years earlier. Just think about the devastating fires of the past 20 years, or the last 10, or the last 5: Sydney surrounded by fire devastating suburbs, Victoria, the Blue Mountains this year (2014), a suburb wiped out in the Canberra fires some years ago, Tasmania in the 1960s, Dunalley in Tasmania last year that still brings tears to people’s eyes when they talk of it, the 1980s Ash Wednesday fires in Victoria and standing in our Melbourne backyard with ashes falling from the sky from fires 150 km away. I experience the run of mid 40s temps reaching 47C in the shade on my friends verandah near Mildura before Christmas. Continue reading