It's now 9.30 PM and the fire has now come over the top of the mountain.
The entire ridge (seen in the first picture below) is ablaze, from one end to the other. We can see the flames from our house - and we're clear on the other side of the valley. The wind is still gusting strongly, the sirens are still going intermittently, I can see rescue vehicles light's flashing on the road beneath the conflagration, but the helicopters aren't flying ... too dark and dangerous, I guess.
Beneath that ridge lies a smart, upmarket suburb where one of my dearest friends lives. She tells me they have their bags packed (just in case) and all the neighbours have been out helping cut firebreaks behind the houses backing onto fynbos.
It's going to be a long night for them tonight.
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