Ripping yarns, beautiful lies and a few home truths.
There is a beach in Ireland (so I am told) where lie the bodies of hundreds of poor wretches who died from starvation because of the potato blight, and because the English did nothing to help them out at the time, even though they knew about it.
Didn't beach wash the bodies away? Tidy.Regarding 'Lonely Graves' there was much the same kind of discovering graves at the Albany old cemetary recently. All of the Elders turned up for the ceremony. An archaelologist explained how they had found the unmarked graves, but it was old knowledge anyway. Rather than grief, I felt from the Old People a kind of gladness.Fanny Winnery's grave is one of the graves pictured (I think).
The Noongar graves are the only ones that don't look 'lonely'. They are placed together within a garden and some have seashells scattered over them.
Nice. How close to your place?
These graves are in Ravensthorpe, about twenty five kilometres away.
I like the grand verandah on the shack. that should altert visitors to the status of the occupant and ensure a measured and respectful approach to the front door.
Grand ey?I shall keep that word for my own use when it comes to Kundip Style, if you don't mind Chris!