Much has been written about the fire-storm that swept across tinder-dry hills (which months before were verdant green) as the temperature reached a staggering 46.5C (116F).
Hard on the heels of this devastation was a mighty rush to render
support in every imaginable form. It categorised the inherent caring nature of a people born to a harsh environment.
I felt it was incumbent of me as a migrant from Sri Lanka as an act of gratitude for all the opportunities this land had given me to 'do my bit'. Consequently I put in motion a 'Raffle' which one of my very special Quilts was The Prize. Tickets were sold through a wide network of friends and relatives.
Feel free to visit the Flickr Link for Photographs of the event.
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