So smoky in Canberra that there is smoke haze inside my house. To go outside I need a face mask with a particulate filter. I feel like I’ve smoked a pack of cigarettes.
The whole situation is incredibly depressing. It feels like there will be nothing left. Over 4 million hectares burnt. The fires won’t go out till we get heavy rain and there is no sign of that. Over the last week we’ve travelled between Canberra, Sydney and Melbourne. Some of that in planes, flying over smoke horizon to horizon for 600km, punctuated only by the pyrocumulonimbus clouds that have formed above each fire, many kilometres high (big fires make their own weather systems with dry lightening, fire tornadoes and intense winds). Truly, I want to cry. It is a disaster. And all the while Australia is pushing as hard as it can to do as little as possible to address climate change.