We leave the village for a day and the place nearly burns down. Within hours of our departure I receive a text from a friend saying there is a bush fire encircling the village and everyone has been instructed to stay indoors, behind closed doors and windows. Many fire engines, seven helicopters and two planes converge here in an attempt to control the flames, and for a few hours it is a highly dangerous place to be. As the afternoon wears on the reports improve. The fire has been contained, with minimum damage to the vines, but considerable destruction of forest – largely cork, but also some olive – and all the hillsides to the south and east of the village are covered by a thick pall of smoke. When the smoke has lifted and we return, the next day, the bare outlines of the hills creates an entirely new landscape.
There is something about the spread of fire in a hot dry climate that cannot easily be conveyed to our wet green consciousness.
The fire brigade reckon the blaze was started by someone tossing a lighted cigarette from a car on the road at Delfiá, a couple of kilometres away. I wonder whether the cretin responsible has any notion of the destruction they caused. Hundreds of hectares of damage to trees, plant life and all the animals that live there. Unbelievable what idiots people can be.
Traditionally, local councils employ ‘firewatchers’ in the summer months, a handy summer job for local students. Because of the cuts in public spending this luxury has been sacrificed. Delays in the reporting of a fire allow it to break out of control long before the fire services arrive, and are consequently far more expensive in the use of resources. Another false economy.
The impressive photographs were taken by our neighbour, Maia Castelló. Ricardo Blanco thanks her for allowing their display on his blog.
Excellent photos indeed… and writing… but it is worth considering the ‘fogo posto’ meaning ‘put fire’ by someone intending to destroy an area in order to open it to developement…
happens all too often in Portugal; the serra de Sintra – near where I was born and in full view from home – is quite prone to that; add the hidden interests of various unknown politicians, who cash iin on that, and there you have it.
I have heard of this in Galicia, certainly. The area where we live is a national park and cannot be developed anyway, so that is probably ruled out. But there is no accounting for different forms of stupidity, including simple ignorance.