Another outrageous coincidence, this time concerning the old-timer who last week told me about the 1961 bushfires that burnt his home town down.
On Saturday afternoon, Hazel and I drove down south to attend a reunion of the erstwhile town. It was a serene afternoon spent with good country people.
By Sunday morning the national park surrounding the former townsite was closed to visitors, because some feral had lit a bushfire there. According to this morning's news, the bushfire still rages.
Hazel reckons all arsonists should be summarily jailed. And I agree.