Yesterday, Sydney was aflame. When you are from the British isles destruction by flame is the least of your worries.

The sky was beautiful, the streets empty. It really felt like the end of days.

Celsius wise it was 35 degrees with headwinds of 100km (I don't do Fahrenheit but multiply by a rough 3). I was blissfully unaware of all these factors until about four thirty when someone said and I rolled up the blind in my air conditioned office to see the orange horizon and grey smoke filled sky. As of today there are still 97 fires in New South Wales 26 of which are not controlled.

Here are the photos I managed to take as well as a very scary and practical text from my girl.

If you are into it check the ironic registration (or rego as they say here) of the car in the second last photo