Cate Tregellas has been in Mallacoota as the bushfires descended upon the town – burning 100 houses and forcing holidaymakers to evacuate via navy ships. But while we’ve seen the haunting images of people crowded onto the foreshore of the Victorian coastal town to escape the flames, we’re far less aware of the day-to-day reality when you’re caught up in a bushfire emergency. Here, Cate writes about the 13 things no one tells you about being in a bushfire.
1. Black snot
Every night for the past week, my last task before I blow out the candle and hit the pillow is to remove hard dry particles of the blackest of black snot from my nose so I can breathe freely overnight. Despite wearing the latest Mallacootian fashion accessory of a face mask all day, the stealthy little bastards of ash and dirt manage to inveigle their way past all barriers to lodge uninvited and unwanted in my nasal cavities. I never dreamt that in my fifth decade that I would (willingly) be picking my nose. Just don’t tell my Mum.
2. Black IS the new black
Black clothing is the choice of anyone who has to tackle the dispiriting, back-breaking task of cleaning up what is left of their home/shed/business/vehicle/paddock. There is no point wearing anything else, as it will be thoroughly black within a few minutes anyway. The antidote to this (for me anyway) is once I have had enough of sifting through superfine debris for the day, I change into the brightest, lightest coloured clothing, drag a brush through my stiff, ash encrusted hair, slap on some lippy and go into town to deliver more donated goods to the Community Refuge Evacuation Centre. I feel better, if even for a short while.
Watch: Celeste Barber’s mother-in-law on the devastating Eden bushfires. Post continues after video.