The sandstone cliffs, stretching south from Sydney Harbour and restraining the Pacific Ocean, host glorious beaches such as Bondi, Tamarama, Bronte, Clovelly and Coogee. Between Bronte and Clovelly, sweeping down the escarpment to a giddying halt at the precipice of the cliffs, lies the Waverley Cemetery, that same cemetery that was the backdrop to yesterday’s post about the surf-boat training.
Still offering internments, the cemetery opened on 40 acres in 1877 and remains self-sufficient to this day, ensuring that all graves are dug and maintained by hand. Being open to the elements, the damage that is done can be extreme as can be seen in one of these images. This slippage will be repaired by hand with sandstone shoring up the crumbling cliff.
It is a salutary experience to meander from the top of the cemetery in a higgedly-piggedly way searching for the last resting place of either Henry Lawson or Henry Kendall, of Edmund Barton or Edmund Resch, of Dorothea McKellar or J.F. Archibald and, as you wander, to occasionally glance up to the magnificent vista that the residents can no longer appreciate.
On RIFF you may meet the Vietnamese journeyman seen here trudging to the top of the cemetery incline.