I am touched - thanks guys.
Its true that we have had some extreme weather (I think 5-7 days over 105 degrees) on top of a drought, then high winds on Saturday which set some fires that were totally out of control all around this State. Some are still going but so far as well as thousands of acres two complete towns have been totally wiped out along with approaching 150 lives lost… it is far from over yet.
Thanks for your thoughts. Heres a snip from the paper today:
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[b]A GREY army blanket beside Falls Rd covers a human-shaped lump. More than 15 hours after the fires went through, it can't be what it seems.[/b]
It is just laying there on the roadside at the fringe of town like dumped rubbish.
Two locals gently lift a corner of the blanket and look.
The whole town is a scene of almost unimaginable destruction, but their faces are more desolate.
It is a young girl, they think. They look again.
Marysville is a close-knit town. Everyone knows everyone, but they can’t tell who it is they have found.
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Five minutes stroll away, Dan Walsh sits on the porch of a cream-brick house.
It is one of perhaps a dozen buildings the inferno spared.
The 74 year old looks to be one of the lucky ones, but his handshake is weak and his eyes are haunted.
A car pulls up and he excuses himself. “Got to talk to my son.”
“Mum’s dead,” he tells his boy Michael, as bluntly as that.
The young man drops to his knees by the roadside and sobs.
Mr Walsh left his 73-year-old wife Marie at the plush Cumberland spa in the town’s main street.
They had gone there to sit out the worst, and by early evening the fire around there seemed over.
"I said “It’s gone now but in case of fire, out the door and down to the swimming pool area’,” Mr Walsh says.
“I said I’d go back and see if I could save the house. It’s got all our stuff in it.”
Whisps of smoke still rise around the yard and he walks in a daze putting them out.
“She must have gone further inside thinking it was safer,” he says, trying to make sense where there is none.
"That’s my estimate. I don’t know. I haven’t seen the police yet.
“I’m just too shell-shocked to think. I’m just buggered.”
The Cumberland is a block away in the heart of what little is left of Marysville’s elm-lined tourist strip.
Emergency vechicles drive past occasionally, but there is no sense of urgency, or real point to it.
“A few more in there,” a CFA volunteer says, gesturing at the Cumberland.
“There’s three in a car around the corner. One in a car down there.”
Most locals have fled in a convoy to Alexandra, nothing any more to keep them in town.
They huddled through the night at Gallipoli Park. Some sat in the lake.
One woman looks around in shock and disbelief.
Marysville was one of the prettiest little towns in the state.
Now it is just chimneys, smoke, twisted corrugated iron and car bodies.
Marysville has died, and that is not remotely the worst of it.
She says the word around is that two mums perished, each dying with two of their children.
Serveral others died in the Cumberland. A couple is missing.
The girl under the grey blanket, she has heard, is actually a woman who was nine months pregnant.
Senior Constable Peter Collyer, a Marysville cop for six years, talks out his car window and abandons police-speak.
“Day turned to night. It was black with embers,” he says.
“The sound was like 50 tidal waves coming over the top of you.”
Judy Jans lost an old cottage but saved her home.
She asks Sen-Constable Collyer to pass word that she’s around if anyone needs somewhere to go.
But there is almost no one left. There is no town any more.
“We watched our house next door blow up, then the next house, it blew up, because everybody’s got a lot of gas bottles, you see,” she says.
"And then the next house, the next house and we’re just watching all these houses rip into these balls of flame and explode around us.
“I’ve heard there are only about fifteen houses left standing.”
Wildlife carers cruise the street trying to help injured animals but find nothing.
With the town almost empty, it is quiet and eerie. No birds are singing.
It is as quiet as the grave Marysville has become.
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