The sun sets as we sail home towards Murdunna on day 2 of the fires.
the view on day 2 as we arrive home to Murdunna, Sommers Bay is still under threat from the fire and the changing conditions. Darkness prevails as night arrives, the flames a glowing reminder of imminent danger.
The flames prevail as darkness arrives. The intensity and danger of the fires still on day 2 becomes a reality as we approach Duck Creek beach.
The sun rises over an eerily quiet Murdunna. No birds, no people, the odd fire truck racing to a scene resonates through the smoky, dense air.
The view into King George Sound on day 3. We still haven’t located all of our friends, a looming distant reminder that there is a huge day ahead.
Karen has travelled back with us from Hobart with Mitch Quinn. The fire truck driver and her capable mate physically and mentally prepare as they are set to relieve their crew.
Eaglehawk Neck is ablaze in the distance. We know the bush here and how dry it has been, we fear for friends along Jetty Road and beyond the isthmus.
smoke plumes from the dense bush between Flinders Bay and Eaglehawk Neck.
Later that afternoon we arrive home to Duck Creek Murdunna. This is the driveway to Rachel’s house – a walk Jet and Rachel took only 2 days earlier, with the expectation that nothing remained beyond. Thankfully there was a home to return to, although surrounded by danger and devastation.
The view from the top of our driveway, an indication of the ferocity of the fire front that took our home.
The entrance to our home. I stand alone taking in the great loss.
I walk up the remaining cement ramp to my studio/workshop. A remnant of the Spoon Savvy sign greets me.
a handful of Bream Creek Farmers Market flyers, still legible, a clump in the ashes. As I touch the flyers they disintegrate into dust, ash.
I look beyond the house toward the garden that I nurtured and loved over the 3 years we lived here at Duck Creek.
The rubble and ash that represents what was of our home. There is very little that is recognisable amongst it.
Again a legible book in Sage’s bedroom, amidst the remains of that devastatingly hot day.
the remains of an albatross skull, salvaged from a beach. Upon an ant mound it sat waiting for the ants to clean it – protected from our once healthy population of Tassie devils by the cage. Where did our devils run to I wonder – did they survive?
awaking to day 4, visibility deminishes as the wind settles and the smoke looms over King George Sound at sunrise.
I gaze across the sound toward Henry and Lucious’ property. A buoy is barely visible only 20m away. I have heard that their home was reported as lost/destroyed, they have not heard any news yet as they shelter from danger at Nubeena. It is wise to confirm these details before passing them on, in the flurry of the fires unconfirmed reports are spreading like wildfire, causing stress and worry.
later that morning we receive a call from the Children (with paternal gradparents at White Beach) the power is out (no water or services) the fire front is an unknown quantity, it is time to collect them and deliver them back to Hobart away from the distress of it all. Sage thanks David and Emily with a fabulous pic on the whiteboard xo
We take the children to Smooth Is., uneffected by the fires, this is a relief from the pending devastation as the children consider visiting Murdunna to witness the effects of the fires.
we take on recovery, as David and the children return home to Emily from Smooth Is. with a handful of poa grass seed.
Ella steers us into King George Sound aboard Emily, taking in the destruction of our community, friends homes, and the intensity of it all.
The Jolly Roger flies in the smoky breeze. A christmas present from Anand, a surviving artefact, as is it with us on the yacht, the flag to fly when children are aboard. David and Sage gaze at what remains.
We fear for Lesley’s aracuna chooks, the providers of our favourite blue eggs here in Murdunna. Here’s hoping that they are all safe as we indulge in a possible final feast of their lovely bumnuts.
At the end of a long day we head toward Hobart with the children and Quinn as he returns to work after days of defending the Peninsula with Karen and the Eaglehawk Neck fire crew. The sunset captures the smoky horizon amidst rays of hope.
David and I take a morning at Cremorne Beach to wash of the ash and play in the sets.
It is difficult to relax with the distant reminder that the place we love is burning, homes, loved ones and our community are still at risk.
and sometimes it’s difficult to write; to find the words to describe an experience.
So here I’ve let the pictures guide me, let the memories arrive at my fingertips through images taken on the iphone over the first 5 days of the fires, as we travelled back to Peninsula from Recherche Bay, returning to Hobart with the children. Read the captions for an insight into our personal journey.