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Euca Planning

Locality: Warragul, Victoria

Phone: +61 418 597 662

Address: PO Box 570 3821 Warragul, VIC, Australia

Website: http://www.eucaplanning.com.au/

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25.01.2022 This week's town of focus is Benambra in East Gippsland Shire. Our team is undertaking a bushfire report to help a farming family realign boundary titles for succession planning. This town is always a beauty, especially this season with the snow on the alps. #bushfire #report #Gippsland #farm

23.01.2022 A locally landscaped garden with plenty of advice in the nursery to help you determine what to plan in your 'defendable space' and still have an amazing garden

21.01.2022 We need you to share your fruit with wildlife this summer. With bushfires burning over 1 million hectares of native food sources, flying foxes and birds are bei...ng forced to seek more food in suburban backyards, and we've had a huge spike in emergency calls for flying foxes getting caught in deadly fruit tree nets. If you have fruit trees, please consider bagging just the fruit you need, and leaving the rest out for wildlife. Flying foxes are incredibly important as they're our forest pollinators: we're going to need all of them to help regenerate the forests that have been lost. Our wildlife have had a tough enough time lately, let's give them all the help we can right now.

21.01.2022 Worth a read....local firies, community that know and understands their risk, a well tested and communicated plan...this is the amount of work needed if you live in the rural Victoria and want the best chance of your settlement surviving fire

20.01.2022 Never too late to get along and refresh

19.01.2022 Dianne Bognar reflects on the 12 months since her 'forever home' was destroyed in the Yinnar South-Budgeree bushfire.

17.01.2022 Our Focus Town this week is Inverloch. Eagles Nest is an unusual rock formation separated from the headland and often photographed by visitors to Inverloch from the Bunurong Coast Road. Last Monday, this icon was visible from near the Inverloch township. Our field staff were out at Venus Bay, Inverloch and Harmers Haven preparing plans for new homes. #basscoast #coastalliving #inverloch #gippsland #planning #BMO #town #eaglesnest

16.01.2022 Our Focus Town this week is Mallacoota. You can check it out on the internet and find a few facts. It’s a town that has a large holiday population set in the Croajingalong National Park. We were up there last week undertaking a site assessment for a new home and enjoying the wilderness of Thurra River Campground. #Mallacoota #town #nationalpark #site #assessment #ThurraRiver #campground

12.01.2022 This bushfire reality piece has been written by Cate Tregellas from Mallacoota 13 THINGS NO ONE TELLS YOU ABOUT BUSHFIRES 1. Black Snot... Every night for the past week, my last task before I blow out the candle and hit the pillow, is to remove hard dry particles of the blackest of black snot from my nose so I can breathe freely overnight. Despite wearing the latest Mallacootian fashion accessory of a face mask all day, the stealthy little bastards of ash and dirt manage to inveigle their way past all barriers to lodge uninvited and unwanted in my nasal cavities. I never dreamt that in my fifth decade that I would (willingly) be picking my nose. Just don’t tell my Mum. 2. Black IS the New Black The choice of anyone who has to tackle the dispiriting, back breaking task of cleaning up what is left of their home/shed/business/vehicle/paddock. There is no point wearing anything else, as it will be thoroughly black within few minutes anyway. The antidote to this (for me anyway) is once I have had enough of sifting through superfine debris for the day, is to change into the brightest, lightest coloured clothing, drag a brush through my stiff, ash encrusted hair, slap on some lippy and go into town to deliver more donated goods to the Community Refuge & Evacuation Centre. I feel better, if even for a short while. 3. RSA or Rapid Skill Acquisition : I have developed new skills that I never, ever thought I would have...such as breaking into houses. Despite having the absent owners’ permission to raid their pantries, closets, cupboards for anything they want to donate for the comfort of others they have never met, I feel that I will be sprung at any moment. I can see the headlines now School Council President and Copper’s Wife Arrested for Looting Fire Ravaged Hames In my defence, I have been emptying out the putrefying remains of each fridge and freezer as I go. 4. There Are No Alone Moments. I can’t even go to the toilet alone two of our dogs follow my every move from the moment I wake to the moment they can flop exhausted into our bed at night. We normally don’t allow any creatures (apart from our children) in the bed with us, but if it means they and we get some sleep, why not? 5. Don’t Take Goldfish on an Overnight Evacuation When you pack four kids, three dogs, two cats, five guinea pigs, one rabbit and four goldfish into a car at a moment’s notice and high tail it down to the Main Wharf to spend the night with 4000 of your new best friends, don’t be surprised when everyone doesn’t survive. Scooping up our goldfish at the last minute (despite protestations that they would be more comfortable at home in their big cool spacious tank), early next morning they were all floaters. Whether it was the ash that mysteriously found its way into their container through closed car windows or the fact that their water was suspiciously warmer than when we left home, they were gone. Yeah, you say, they were only fish but we had one each and they all had names and we loved them. Lesson learnt. 6. I Long for Blue In the past seven days, the sky has been every other colour, every conceivable shade but blue. Even yesterday, when the smoke cleared a little and there was some soft gentle rain, there was no blue. We haven’t seen the sun since it all began and I wonder how all the plants, the bush are coping without sunlight. The vegie garden that I was feeding my family from is toast, my orchard is gone. 7. Fine Smoked Cuisine We have learnt to enjoy the taste of everything smoked. For instance, this morning, breakfast was Smoked Water, followed by a bowl of Smoked Porridge made with Powdered du Lait, washed down with a fine brewed Smoked Coffee. For dessert tonight, we are contemplating Roast Peaches with Cream of Ash or perhaps Char Grilled Pears with a drizzle of Ant Encrusted Honey. 8. Constant Unconscious Worry Then you realise that it’s been a week and despite messages to them, you haven’t heard from your friend in the little settlement off the highway and you know that their general store has burnt down and then someone tells you the general store is still standing but it is your friend’s 100 year old home that is now a pile of ash and the panic, the dread, the fear for them starts all over again. 9. Fear...Not Even during the worst of it, when the fiery apocalypse was raining down on us, our homes, all the familiar places we know and love and spend most of our summer at, I was not scared. NOT ONE BIT. I am still vaguely curious as to why I but the main emotion was impatience. I was bored of waiting for the inevitable and just wanted it all to be over. I can no longer answer well meaning messages that tell me that I must be relieved that the worst of it is over. No way, sunshine, the worst for this community, for the whole of the blackened eastern seaboard, for the psyche of our fair country, like some charred parasitic monster is unfurling itself now, spreading its evil tendrils into the hearts of people who think it is okay to rummage through the smoky detritus of a friend’s home to take whatever might be worth flogging. Whatever it was worth to you, I want to tell them, you have just stolen the their childhood memories, their last vestige of hope that they may rebuild, or, worst of all, the only way they can possibly make a living in the grim months ahead. 10. The Supreme Importance of The Seven Ps Prior Preparation and Planning Prevents Piss Poor Performance (and Panic). One of the upsides of being married to a retired policeman (who still carries bullet fragments in his head) is that he is the epitome of calm no matter what is happening. Like a centrifugal force, he draws us in for hugs, jokes, tender moments as we swirl around him, getting instructions, tasks, reassurance. With three children aged 16, 15 & 12, we had made the decision a long time ago that our long, linear, north facing house was not to be defended, being right on the edge of town next to the squillions of drought affected bush that is Croajingalong National Park. So when the call came to evacuate internally (trust me, it’s not what you think!...but it’s just as unpleasant), the camper trailer was already restocked and hitched up to my car, the tandem trailer with precious photos, paperwork and supplies to his. I felt no emotion as we left, instead a flood of hot, burning impatience that it would hurry up and happen so we could start dealing with the inevitable. 11. Reverse Panic Attack Three days after we evacuated and we were home again, sleeping in our beds and back in the routine of feeding animals and trying to have as normal a life apres-flames, I found out the true story of why our singed house didn’t keep burning. I was standing in the main street talking to one of youngest daughter’s friends who has lost everything when her house went up(down?) in less than 20 minutes. I was lamenting the fact that it wasn’t quite the summer holidays that we all expected when she said At least I get out of cleaning up my room! We stared at each other in shock, in delight, in the sheer wickedness of voicing something we truly felt, then doubled over in helpless hysterical laughter. Wiping our eyes, I feel an arm slung around my shoulders by the tiny, wiry seventy old woman who used to be the town’s post mistress. She tells me how a neighbour patrolling the next street saw smoke billowing from our back veranda and yelled at her to get over there. She and the former occupant of our house doused two fires that had taken hold either side of our back door and were up in the roof. I go from laughing to gasping for air in an instant. My heart feels like it is going to explode, I can’t breath, I can’t stand, my mind is a black hole and yet I am reaching my hand out to the young girl, our eyes still locked, and telling her I’m okay, she will be okay but we all know that is a lie. 12. I used to love telling people that I lived in a World Biosphere Reserve. The town’s slogan was ‘Victoria’s Best Kept Secret’ Ha-bloody ha. 13. Life Does Go On. Our chooks keep laying, we wake once more to birdsong, there are even small joys when a blackened rosebush thrusts a bloom of the purest soft pink skyward. Getting out of bed each morning to face the million and one jobs/messages/calls for help is getting harder but I know that I can’t, won’t lie there and let it beat me. So I push my sore, tired aching body upright, drag on the not-as-dirty clothes and find my husband, already up and outside, silently embrace each other and go on with our day.

11.01.2022 If you one of the potential clients that we have said no to due to the risk of landscape fire...check this out and you may understand

09.01.2022 Equally applies to your fire survival- you need more than one plan, you need to know your triggers, you need to have practiced and asked yourself ‘what if’ for every conceivable thing that might happen....only then are you prepared for the uncertainty the fire throws at you. If you’re not prepared to do this, live in an urban centre and simply visit our stunning rural landscape

09.01.2022 Context and planning for place is one of strongest drivers for what we do and why don't take on every project. Just like our indigenous culture we believe in connection with the land. I was fortunate to meet Beau Miles earlier this year, and now through this his most recent movie learn I've known his sister and mother for many years! Crazy, but not really, just didn't take the time to realise. #takethetime #runtheline

09.01.2022 Remember last summer? Probably yes. But do ever remember the rules for fires in summer, probably not. Quick download here so you have it on hand this season. #everyonelovesabarbie

09.01.2022 Fire season support is coming - amazing aircraft suppression, but don't rely on it. #prepare #bushfireplanning #BAL #bushfireemergencyplan

09.01.2022 Great workshop to make you take time out from your business and get summer planning done now

06.01.2022 It is not just humans we plan for but also our little Aussie critters, very interesting reading

06.01.2022 Sharing this awesome and timely article written by a well respected colleague, Kevin Tolhurst. We agree on the need for a long term focus for fire and land management and the need for recognition of qualified bushfire experts in Victoria. Read more here: https://www.abc.net.au//we-do-not-need-bushfire-r/11870824 #bushfires #victoria #firemanagement #landmanagement #bushfireexperts

05.01.2022 Prepare for the Fire Season #1 Fire restrictions are in place in East Gippsland Shire and before long, more Municipalities will have their summer fire restrictions in place, so get on with your pre-summer clean-up during October. Keep your burn-off safe and legal:... Check fire restrictions with your local council and register your burn on 1800 668 511 Check and monitor weather conditions particularly wind To avoid unnecessary calls to emergency services, notify your neighbours beforehand Leave a three-metre fire break, free from flammable materials around the burn Have sufficient equipment and water to stop the fire spreading Never leave a burn-off unattended stay for its entire duration If your burn-off gets out of control, call ‘000’ immediately Make sure that the fire is completely extinguished before leaving; if it's cool to touch, it's safe to leave. For more information about burning off, go to cfa.vic.gov.au/burnoff #Fire #Restrictions #Summer #CFA : CFA (Country Fire Authority) See more

04.01.2022 East Gippsland clients - time to move and enact those plans

03.01.2022 City peeps - get on down (or up!) to Walhalla next weekend or the one after that. Gorgeous historic town that needs your $4.50 coffee this month