Today we drove through the Dadswell Bridge area which was on fire just two days ago. I got out of the car and walked around a little. Even though I was wearing thongs (flip flops) on my feet they are still stained black from the ash.
The trees were blackened, ash was in the air and the acrid smell was unbelievable. Another bushfire about 20 kilometers (12miles) away was still raging out of control, and it made the sky appear pink.
The most eerie thing was the trees and stumps that were still smouldering and smoking as I watched them.
Fire-trucks, police and emergency vehicles were everywhere (we definitely felt secure at our hotel!)
(This follows on from my last post Where’s the Fire?)