Wow what a start to the year.
For all our social media followers you will know that we have been impacted by the NSW fires, for those who don’t this is our story.
We invested the most we have ever done, with an amazing 2019, even with the drought and 3 failed crops.With 12 years in business, well supported with articles in ABC earthgarden mag, tv interviews, innovation hub award we were set to rocket in 2020 with every day in January devoted to a pop up shop or market’s from mallacoota to bermi with the hope of finally getting ahead…..and than the fires hit, all market’s cancelled, our income lost.
The first one b4 new years we were to late to leave, we had to bunker down, it was 3km away,
our farm survived.
In the next week we were hunting for fuel and food as panic set in with 10s of thousands of tourist up and down the coast, all roads out were blocked.
When it was safe all tourist were evacuated, all roads available out were at a snail pace for days.
A meeting we had in our small rural town, full to the brim the news was grim.
“There will be no help, there will be no planes, it will be just us, the danger is high, stay and you will die”
Our animals we had to leave, as prepared to stay we were, we had to flee. Then the sky turned orange than day to night, the fire spread quickly through the night, a 60km monster devoured our state from the Vic border to nethercote in one night.
Our property survived, back we went again to prepare, all week again we racked and mowed we taped our windows and moved our stock, exhausted for 2 weeks we have fought.
To the ground I fell with tears as I read, once more you must flee, the monster is awake once more.
Of the millions donated we still had no help, again we were told no one will come! Our town is without fuel, on the craziest night of all, the fire trucks here had to siphon fuel from a willing local.
We are in our safe house kindly donated in pambula, as I sit I not only worry of my farm and my friends, my hubby is up there to voluntary fire fight to save the town.
All I ask is one simple thing, to support rural business in any way you can, the money DONATED is really good, where it is going I cannot say, its certainty not in our small town.
Our bega mayor is a amazing lady she listens to us and is trying to help.
I haven’t had time to listen to the news, the ABC local fire station, fire apps and facebook updates are all I have done.
As we wait this monster out, 2morrow is another D day, Catastrophic it is labeled, a state emergency it is, will our farm be there, I worry if not will the insurance pay, all I know not.
That night we spent it down the beach, our fire clothes on and dogs on a leash, exhaustion is now greater than fear, its all to normal to be fleeing again, face masks and fire blankets are always on hand.
our farm survived that catastrophic day.
Back we went, we worked some more, working bees to cut dead drought trees out, smoke so thick every day, older livestock died out there, no fresh air to hard to breath.
No school holidays fun, 3 days at home than evacuation notice again, and again, UNTIL……
1st of FEBRUARY 2020
Saturday night we knew would come, our fire chief warned us well.
We packed and moved and raked and cleared and watered and prepared all month, 7 evacuations, 2 near misses and than the one that got us.
Our product, ingredients and house hold treasures, our 50 some animals, all in 5 days, to safety so far away, we were helped by friends so dear to my heart.
It came with force, so dangerous and
fast, poor gregg wasn’t allowed to stay and fight for his own farm.
A volunteer fire fighter he is, all week he has fought along side his fellow volunteers, other peoples places he defended and saved while he knew ours was left to burn. A police road block, no one was left to defend their farm up our mountain it was far to dangerous to stay.
To dangerous to go to our farm until the wee hours of the night he saw from the truck, through thick smoke and flames, the headlights and ash, with tears in his eyes he could not even breath “how the hell is that still there” he said to his mates. there in thick smoke our dear house standing proud, made out of straw and clay with our bear hands.
For the fate of the rest of our farm we did not know as trees were down, than finally we were allowed to go and see.
To our permaculture farm we went in the morning, the drive through our once lush furned forrest was black and charcoal, so hot it burnt nothing was left, i wasn’t prepared for that.
With a very heavy heart i must say first my beloved garden now is burnt beyond repair, our fruit trees and herbs so
Though what a relief as we turned the corner, my lab standing there so tall and so proud, all our buildings cannot believe are still there, a little battle scarred here and there, but there they are, we cant believe our eyes.me burnt to the ground.
Our neighbours aren’t as lucky as us, all is lost all up the hill, only 2 stand still, all the rest are gone, so hot it burnt not a shrub in sight. So many homes and farms are lost all around us, so much loss and sadness, i neighbour in hospital, so much to heal.
What a month its been, 7 evacuations, 2 near misses and one that got us, exhausted we are, now we must heel, so much work to be done, our lives are upside down, we don’t know where to start, but i do know we will.