It had already been a hectic and strange – even for us – day in the Cabana of Chaos. Gigantor and I were chilling as Australia came in to bat against the Pakis, when he dragged me outside to look at “the amazing sunset”.
With vibrant orange illuminating puffs of cloud, it was no sunset. The bush behind the houses on the street running along the end of ours was ablaze. I checked the police feeds and sure enough, a fire that started west of the Sunshine Motorway earlier in the afternoon had jumped the road and was heading for us.
When I saw a map on Facebook that included us in an advised evacuation zone, I had to stare at it for a few minutes until the streets that I had driven and dog-walked resolved into any sense.
Gigantor has obviously watched enough American Preppers because he had his bike – and school supplies, bless – in the car while I was still wandering in circles trying to find the cat carrier (still on loan to a friend). In that time the wind dropped, the apocalyptic glow had moved north-west of us and we decided to stay put.
I’d like to thank the crews, and relief crews, of firies that battled all night to defend us. Most of those blokes – and sheilas, if applicable – are volunteers, who, as Gigantor said, would have been having a beer or so watching the cricket until called to risk their health and lives so we could continue to enjoy ours. I was given 3 copies of the Firies’ Calendar this Christmas and wasn’t sure what to do with the overflow. Now I don’t think that was enough! Thanks, fellas. Nice work.