|What the place looked like during a wet spring, with everything green.|
On one occasion where there was a fire a few kilometres away and we woke in the morning to a smoky haze surrounding the house, we actually started quickly packing up, ready to leave, before confirming that the smoke was from far, far away.
Incidentally, the second place I lived in Christchurch in 2014-2016 was Cracroft, a small valley suburb in the bottom of the Port Hills.
A lot of you probably know where I am going with this.
Christchurch's Port Hills are currently on fire and it feels eerie to me that as I am scrolling through the photos on the news website, I actually know some of the people on them. Worsleys Road was part of our suburb, I know some of its residents, and so both places that I used to live in, in Christchurch, are closely connected to the current wildfires, making me very... emphatic, I guess, towards what's going on. (In fact, if I were still living in Cracroft, our house would be within the evacuation zone, meaning, I'd very likely be lodging with some friends or maybe at a motel at the moment.)
Not that there's much I can do from where I am sitting at the moment, in Invercargill, behind my kitchen table though.