I take it those were the 1994 fires, Malc. At that time, I was standing in a queue in Disneyland (I think it was for the Dumbo ride) and got chatting (as is my wont) to the American man next to me. When I said I was from Sydney, he of course said there were terrible bushfires there, and that it was all over the news. Being used to these things being exaggerated, I just said something to the effect of oh yeah, we get them all the time. When we got back to the motel, though, there was an Australian couple there who told us just how bad it was. We still weren't that concerned, as we lived in a different location at that time and felt that we were far enough out of danger.
When we got into the taxi to drive home from the airport, the first thing the driver said was "This is the first day we've been able to see 20 metres in front of the car." The temperatures had been in the 40's for a week, with galeforce winds, as Malc said. We got back to the house and the friend who had been looking after things for us had left all the newspaper cuttings on our bench plus a note apologising for not being able to keep my potplants outside alive because of the water restrictions! She, I may say, does live right on the bush and was all packed ready to leave at a moment's notice and she was worried about my potplants! We also discovered that we hadn't been as safe as we thought, as the fires had come very close to the main road just up the road from us, and our neighbours two doors up had been down hosing down our roof (to try to stop flying embers getting hold).
Two minutes after we walked in, the phone rang. It was my mother phoning from Scotland to see if we were all right. Apparently, every time she walked down the street in Castle Douglas, someone stopped her to ask if Joan was okay, or had our house had been burned down. This was in the days before mobile phones, of course.
So we were quite shocked at how bad it had been - and thankful that the house was safe and we'd missed it all. It's amazing how the fires can burn down all the houses in a street except for one or two - happens quite often. You just hope it's yours. There was a lot of damage to the National Parks especially the Royal National Park down south, near where Malc was. Our one here up North (Ku-ring-ai) was badly damaged as well, though, and it was very noticeable for years afterwards.
Oops, I've rambled on again - have to go, daughter Kate and I are doing a charity fun walk in the city tonight, supporting the breast cancer foundation. It's round the harbour foreshores - the weather's looking good, so should be fun. Just going out to see if we can find some pink stuff for decoration.