Please help Margot & Richard after NSW fires

I am doing my part to help my dear friends Margot and Richard who have lost almost everything with the NSW bushfires . At a time where they were ment to be starting a joyful new year they were fighting to stay alive and losing so much  in the process. Please dig deep and help them rebuild and get some much needed joy back into their lives. Photos are taken by Richard on that dreadful day. Here is there story: What I remember of the fire. We had been preparing for over a week for the fires. Removing things that could blow around, raking leaves, mowing the dry grass stubble as short as I could get it. I had been keeping a strip of grass out the north side of the house green and rather damp for several weeks. We had moved the kids trampoline away from the path around the front of the house for better access, the hoses were all layer out with sprinklers attached in hope that the water from the sprinklers would protect the hoses while the front went over. 30 th December I rang several people and my children to say the conditions looked bad but we were going to stay no matter what. We felt very confident that all was going to be well but a battle. At no time did we anticipate the hell that was to unfold before our eyes and in such a short time prior to the fronts hitting. I was exhausted from all the work we had been doing so went to sleep on the night of the 30th but at 2 am Richard woke me to help get his musical equipment out of the church. Already the air was so hot and dry, the wind was moving around us, hot and pulling at our clothes. I tried to hang a towel over the glass less window in the church in hope this pathetic attempt would some how secure the birth place of my son and our first home as a family. I moved the cars to the top of the hill while Richard packed his gear in the shipping container, only then did we realise it only had a timber floor not a metal one. I put as much water under that container before heading to the house to fill more buckets. The ridge to the front of us now had flames flickering periodically along its length. I noticed to the south thick clouds of black smoke building and realised we were going to be hit with three fire fronts. Again I rang my children to say the flames were well above the trees and the smoke was so black and thick but not yet upon us. Danny asked me to take some photos, I managed to snap off several before we were engulfed in fire. Richard had left the house and gone to the river to start the tractor pump, the air was so black that you could not see, the orange glow of the approaching fire gave a light that felt like impending doom. Richard only just got back to the house as, from the north a wall of fire jumped across the neighbours paddock and straight at the front of our house, the wind now was so strong that branches were being ripped out of trees, it was swirling in a circular motion, I saw the corner window was open a small bit and rushed to close it. The heat of the glass burnt into my skin and the flames were relentless. Looking to the west we could see the church on the hill and Robs house. I took photos out the window as the western fire ate into both buildings. The flames were being driven horizontal over bare earth and the force behind then seemed relentless. I watched as the church roof collapsed to the ground, her 134 years of life eaten by a dragon than no one realised was so angry, no one realised it was coming with such fury. Our spa deck had caught on fire and was pumping out disgusting fumes that were refilling the room, the rafters had also caught alight.... I had gone to the bedroom end of the house to see what the southern fire was doing, several photos of her flames and the cloud of black smoke then it hit. We could not see anything for several minutes, then there it was Jinneas house a complete negative of it beautiful self. The weather boards completely eaten but her frame standing fast and holding the roof so proudly....until all was lost and down it came. It was at this point I realised our shed was on fire... How could have this happened, everything we wanted to save was in there, all Richards tools, everything we need to survive on the land, all my clothes, our wine, my new hot house, all our camping gear, all my sons things, the beautiful apartment we had built for Laura and Ben to live in, our motor bikes. The fire was not to have come from that direction, and at that point I had to start and fight. Buckets, I had massed buckets full of water at every place I felt they would be safe, most of our hoses were burnt by now but the tractor engine was still thumping away in the distance but no water was coming. Once all the buckets were empty our only waterways the fish ponds and fish tanks. I cannot remember anything but running back and forth for what seemed forever putting water here and there, I had not seen Richard or Rob for some time but I went to the north side of the house and breathed in the smoke from the burning spa, dizzy head and then a huge vomit took me I was about to fall down so went inside. There I Felt for my dog for comfort mostly, I was exhausted, but she was lifeless on the lounge. I dragged her onto the floor and put wet tea towels over her nose and a wet towel in the curl of her tummy. I lay with her for a short time to catch my breath, she never responded. Out back into the inferno to help save the cars... Richard started up the fire pump on the back of the ute and we watered down the three cars until the water was exhausted. The kids plastic swimming pool stood firm down the hill so Richard moved the ute to refill but like everything you try to do in a rush it would not work and none of our brains were wanting to think or sort problems out we needed buckets and we started running all over again. This went on all morning... We had no idea of time, the sky was black, it could have still been midnight for all we knew, I still do not know the the hour. Exhausting and dehydration had taken all three of us and we retreated to the safety of our mud brick room, the slate floor was a pleasant relief from the searing heat. Our eyes were swelling and the burning pain was horrific, my throat was so sore and the room was so dark I had to feel my way to find Jessys body, as I felt her a small thump thump came from her tail, she still had the towels over her face and didn't attempt to move her head. For a brief moment my salty tears eased the pain in my eyes. We lay on the floor for about 15 minutes. Then started doing the patrols and at a much slower pace carried buckets of water to hot spots. A welcome cup of tea was made at about 1400 hrs and we bid Robin a happy birthday and a happy fuckin new year to ourselves. Constant wetting things burning till about 1730 hrs then I needed to sleep. Laura arrived at 0230 hrs with a fire truck....how happy was that moment and how sad as well as the news of others started to flood in, the losses, the distruction and the reality that so much had been destroyed. Next morning we ate for the first time in two days... It was not all that welcome, my gut was still in knots but my body needed fuel to keep going.