It's winter now, but the summer just gone will live in the memory of anyone who grew up in the Kelmscott hills, near Perth, Western Australia. The day we always feared would come arrived without warning. Sparks from an angle grinder ignited the tinderbox dry bushland, and in the next 24 hours dozens of homes were destroyed.
On a recent trip to Perth my father showed me the damage. It was surreal to see street after street, all familiar yet changed forever, and the architecture gone. You felt like a trespasser. You felt like you didn't belong.
This is an unforgiving country we live in.
2 comments:
Welcome back, Mr Parry. We've missed you.
Thanks, Barbara. I'm such a dunce. I should be writing the blog, instead of the "lighter" facebook entries.
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