This time last year, I was opening up the windows and doors in our Adelaide house, thankful that the cool change had at last come through. But it didn’t reach Victoria until a day or two later, and as I listened to the radio in cool Adelaide, people were dying in the fires in Victoria.
Spilt Milk lives on the edge of the area that was devastated, and her husband was out fighting the fires. She has been remembering the fires in two posts: Black Anniversary, and Ashes. You should read them.