As a kaleidoscope of glowing red sparks flew across the sky above us, we tried to get back to the house, finding it impossible to walk away from the dream home my father built for himself…but also finding it impossible to get any closer. Eventually we abandoned our posts and watched from the top of the hill as the flames raced across the hills.
Last night we fought a MASSIVE fire in Cape St Francis!
We had been soaking the area surrounding my father’s house with water since 3pm, and I had cleared out a small firebreak by cutting away some of the most flammable bushes. We balanced our hope precariously on these efforts, praying they would be enough! Turns out, with a little help from our friends, THEY WERE!
Despite being directly in the line of fire (excuse the pun), and at one point being surrounded by massive flames, the house is OK! Click the images below to read more details about what went down! Happy days!
We spent hours soaking the plants around the house with water. Terri, holding the fort amazingly!
From the roof of my dad’s house, it was clear that the shit was about to hit the fan.
A silhouette of my dad looking out on the massive flames racing towards the home he built with his own hands.
As my brother said of this photo of my dad hosing the garden just before the flames arrived: “In a gun fight with a water pistol!”
Some incredible locals helping us to hose as our entire view filled with flames. We ran about a minute after this.
We left the hoses spraying into the fire’s path.
Behind this house is my dad’s house…where that orange flaming glow is emanating from!
The flat black shape is my dad’s house, with fireballs coming out from behind it. We thought it was a goner!
Firetruck, sparks and flames glowing in the night.
We had to move further away, as the flames and smoke were just too intense. This is the locals gathered at the top of a nearby hill, watching as their village burns. Soon after, my dad and I returned to check on his house…to find it perfectly intact! A MIRACLE!
The gathering point was the Seal Point Car Park. My friend Terri got me out of her warm car, saying “Nathan, you’ve got to take a photo of this view.” She was right, this is the photo. Full moon and fire sharing the horizon.
At 4:30am I went back to the house to make sure no fires started. Again the full moon and fire battled for the night.
A desolate landscape and a smoked-out Nate
the firefighters fought all night.
The aftermath of the fire’s path.
Thank you helicopters!!
A burned-out garden cottage.
A lovely bench, no more.
Thank you all of your beautiful people who took time to offer prayers and positive thoughts over the evening! Your comments on instagram, facebook and twitter are all utterly beautiful, THANK YOUUU!
I’ve had about an hour’s sleep, and am pretty exhausted. Gonna have a super chilled night tonight, in a house full of soot, but overall unharmed!
Love to you all, what a wild ride!
PS: here’s my song Fire, it feels appropriate: