As I look out at the paddocks and rolling hills around our property, I am reminded of the vulnerability of the bush, especially now with temperatures around 35 degrees outside, Camphor laurel trees swaying wildly with the increasing wind and desperately thirsty grass now crispy and brown as far as the eye can see. It’s a tinder box, waiting to happen!
I had a conversation today with one of my friends who was forced to evacuate her home in the Tewantin area. She borders the national park, which is thick and dense bushland. (more…)