It’s that time of the year that the powers that be, Forestry Tasmania, Gunns and private companies burn the coupes that they have already decimated by clear felling. A beautiful day turns into a cold and smoky evening. And not one carpenter, sculptor or craftsperson has been invited to check the wood piles for specialty timbers. It will all be destroyed.
Shame on you.
I hate them!
Tomorrow I will wake to a smoky, dull atmosphere with possible char marks from embers. Some mothers will have to keep their asthmatic children home from school.
Shame on you.
Jan