Footy Chick wrote:Similar, except I lived in town and we had a huge tree in the front yard - all the kids in the street came around and we climbed the tree and watched the hills burn at night.
Eerie.
Eerie, is the perfect word for it, I remember playing circket out the front of my house watching the orange sky while my neighbours were freaking out as their son and his wife lived @ Eagle on the Hill and were uncontactable.
It equalled the eerieness of seeing a some ball lightning in the sky when I was about 13 and at cricket training, I was petrified as I had a 1 hour walk home through paddocks after training.
