Friday, Oct 16, 2009 at 11:50
I was with a mob of suburban pumpers on stand-by on a road running up a ridge.
We had houses on either side of the road, and a fire down in the gully on the Western side.
All the pumpers were connected to stand pipes, and the fire came up at a fair rate.
It took out the power, so we had no street lights, and then the police called for evacuation.
Mean while we are running up and down asking people not to lock their doors so we can get in if fire gets in a window or roof space.
The fire was pretty frantic, things going on every where, total organised mayhem.
As the fire moved along the road, we shuffled the pumpers up to the next point needing protection.
We could hear what we thought was a Toyota tanker down the back of one house - dammed if I could see how it got there, but pump was running, and I was busy with other things and had been 'out' for about 20 hours at this stage.
We didn't bother checking the on Toyota as we moved, neither did any one else, all assumed all was OK.
When we came to packup and move on to another part of the suburb, the Toyota was still running and hadn't seemed to have moved in over 2 hours.
Went down the back to check.
Here was an old codger and his mrs, geared up with overalls, hard hats etc running a Briggs & Stratton powered pump from a small above ground pool, wondering when the Fire service was going to show up and give them a hand.
It sounded just like one of our pumps.
A lesson learned there that night.
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