The kids ate icy-poles, played and watched DVDs. The adults stood on the balcony in amazement at the smoke like monster's breath, not too far away. Z's mum came to join us, her house under threat.
Inside the radio is turned to the emergency fire station, outside sirens herald the presence of brave fighters.
We are all exhausted now, the kids picking up on our angst.
The wind wants to carry us home.