This is the romantically named Cemetery No. 3, out on North Head, part of the old Quarantine Station. Yesterday reached 17C but out on Noth Head the winds were biting and buffetting. However, it did not dissuade a horde of people, cyclists, joggers, tourists, and picnickers. It really is a delightful place from which to get a totally different perspective of our city.
This cemetery was opened in 1881, and is located some distance away from the Quarantine Station itself, as the previous cemeteries were confronting and, apparently, smelt. There are 241 people interred here. Not all graves are marked. They died as a result of smallpox, the rat plague, and isolated infections brought back from the trenches of WW1. There seemed to be a majority of young men in their 20s. There were children, too.
As you can see, it is immensely beautiful, and there is a group that is dedicated to its maintenance. The flower below is the hardy. but infrequently found, Flannel Flower.
Next week I will be ready to tell you the story of Cemetery #1 and Cemetery #2, and to start the stories of the poor souls forever consigned to isolation.
|This is my contribution to the Taphophile Tragics community.|