RED HILL - 27 March 2008
I often wonder what life would be like once Red Hill returns to complete normality.
What would substitute the sounds of hammers pounding nails, saw’s sawing wood and sink being dragged over the rocky surface?
Would it be reduced to an eerie stillness, void of all life, the only sound the wind howling in the Hills, echoing voices of a community that is long forgotten? Forever incinerated
by the raging fires that swept across the peninsula.