My Nanowrimo has hit a snag.
It’s not writer’s block or lack of discipline.
This morning, my family were relieved to go home. They were lucky they had a home. Over the past 48 hours, a spectacular effort was put in by the Firies of Australia. These are the true heroes of the whole event. Men and women who volunteer their services to be Fire Fighters when the bush fire season are upon us are amazing.
These brave people are not paid a cent for risking their lives in times of fire.
If you’d like to know more about the bush fire my family almost lost their house to, google Hillville Fire. It’s been all over the news.
As I write this, my Dad, also a volunteer firiey is sleeping. He is 78 and worked from 7am to 7pm yesterday with a tiny crew of 3 people, putting out fires.
Most of the volunteer Fire Fighters are over 50 years old.
I suspect more of my posts may be influenced by my experience of the Hillville Fire. There are so many aspects of this event that strike a chord with me.
But today, I’m so proud to be a part of a nation where we have such an effective volunteer force.
Thank you to the volunteer operated Rural Fire Service of New South Wales. You and your interstate colleagues saved my family’s ancestral home.
Thank you indeed.
Liz's Everest 