On Saturday we flew to Sydney for a friend's wedding. Our state had its hottest day on record, with a top temperature of over 46 degrees celsius (114 farenheit).
Just north of Melbourne our plane skirted the most amazing cloud formation we had ever seen. Will and I thought it was the cold front coming through. We hadn't been near a radio or television for many hours so had no idea we were seeing clouds formed by the worst fires in the state's history.
The death toll keeps getting worse and looks likely to exceed 200 people. Many homes and complete towns have been wiped out. The media is calling it Black Saturday.
We, in stark contrast and complete oblivion, spent the night celebrating our friend's wedding at the Pool Club, part of a very stylish restaurant and bar complex in the centre of Sydney. Despite me being 6 months pregnant we didn't leave until 2am - it was just too much fun.
It wasn't until we returned to our hotel that we heard the news of the fires. It cast a very sombre mood over the whole weekend.
The boys and I are sorting clothes and going through other possessions we can donate. Someone at Will's work is coordinating a collection to go to the victims of the fires.