At one of James’ delivery stops, the house owner stepped out to ask why he was still delivering mail – hadn’t he heard about the fires? Within 24 hours of that conversation, the winds had carried the fire to the hilly bushland of Gidgegannup. And as James ruefully says, no one was prepared for it.
The next morning, James showed up at the Post Office to find that the fire had bypassed the town centre. Unsure of what lay ahead, he picked up the mail as usual and completed part of his delivery run before entering an area that the locals would later describe as a “war zone.”
“I reached a roadblock and the police stopped me from passing through. I told them I’m a postie, the mail gets delivered whether it’s rain, hail or shine. But they weren’t having any of it. So I thought if I can’t get to people’s homes then I had to find another way to deliver their mail.”