We live in Sydney, just south of the City. There were a couple of fires a few suburbs over on Wednesday but today they all seem to be further north, or out west.
Fortunately, we live in a fairly built up area so we aren't in any danger, but it is devastating to watch footage of people who have lost their houses, and everything, just weeks before Christmas. Some of these people have rebuilt after last year's fires, or the 1994 fires (they were really bad).
Last year the fires started on Christmas day. That was horrible.
The smoke is the worst, it's just constant, and you can't dry clothes outside because they end up smelling like smoke. (A bit like camping, without the fun bits!). Even inside, now, I can smell it. Nik is a bit scatty and jumpy, and I don't think he likes it at all.
But the really good news is that last year, and so far this year no-one has died.
And in fact I read a really sweet story in a newspaper (I am a news junkie, I read papers from all over the State) about a family in Newcastle (just North of Sydney) who had to evacuate and couldn't find their cat, a Russian Blue called Jack. When they came back, their house had burnt down, but Jack was found by a neighbour, hiding out in the back yard, with sore feet, but alive and reasonably well!