Woodford pretty much concludes with a thing called the "Fire Event" on the evening of 1-Jan.
The fire event is I think seen by some as a sort of religious spiritual ritual. This years event seemed to have a few parallels with traditional religions. We had an ark, A captain who at one stage lost his way. A devil who pinched the suitcases of the people boarding the ark and walked a fire lined road to hell.
Or in reflection, perhaps the whole thing was a reminder of people fleeing persecution and arriving in Oz in boats.
Who knows and since they don't narrate it, you can make of it what you will.
Next year we should take marsh mellows and a dam long stick.
In the afternoon, Megan, Jemma and Phoebe (Next door neighbor from Brissy) made lanterns. This entitled them to march out and a ring side seat.
There was this nice oooh arrrr moment where an aboriginal fellow made a fire by rotating a stick in has hands (as they do) and then this fire was shared to staff with candles to share with us. Unfortunately some over enthusiastic people just lit up with their cigarette lighters and shared their fire. A casualty of the lack of instruction. Anyway it was still pretty awesome.
The ark went the way of most Woodford edifices and I believe illegal immigrant boats.
The audience got to feel it was well as watch it.
It got hot.
Hopefully a timely reminder of hell.
:)
Here Emily (no one you know) and Chris turn their heads away from the heat and you can see the audience de-camping in the back ground.
The fire was still burning the next morning.
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