James Bond, a Dead Peacock and a Giant Bear: Life and Death at Tallegalla

Recently, I went searching for a railway museum but all I found was a dead peacock. On the same day I visited a cemetery to photograph one plaque and ended up spending an hour fascinated by lichen-decorated headstones. Yesterday, I hoped to catch sight of an elusive platypus. Instead, I came face to face with the biggest spider I’ve ever seen. I often head out searching for one thing only to discover something entirely different. I’m a planner by nature but over the years I have come to accept that life is often unpredictable. I think I am finally starting to embrace these surprises – well, at least some of the time!

This week I’m taking you on a little journey involving life and death. The main setting will be Tallegalla cemetery near Rosewood in Queensland. My first visit to this location involved quite a few surprises.

Tallegalla cemetery view

Perhaps I am a little weird but since childhood I’ve been drawn to old graveyards. Except for when I am attending the funerals of loved ones, I find these settings interesting and calming. They’re peaceful places where you’re often assured of having the silence needed for quiet contemplation. Unlike the real world, the departed are not suffering and in pain. They don’t need help.

Graveyards are also places full of history with reminders of events such as wars and natural disasters. They also show how our lives have been changed by medical discoveries such as antibiotics, vaccinations and scanning technology.

Tallegalla cemetery is a very scenic rural location. The only sounds to be heard are usually those of birds and the occasional farm tractor and passing car.

Tallegalla landscape

Tallegalla cemetery gazebo

While examining gravestones of the departed, I found much life in the form of lichen. I hope some of you enjoy their strange patterns, unlike my daughter who has trypophobia – ( from the Greek “trypo” meaning holes. ) Accumulations of small holes/circles cause her to feel revulsion. Actually, this reaction is now being regarded by some as not a learned phobia but a natural revulsion born from an inbuilt sense of danger because the images are similar to some things in nature which are associated with harm. If you want to cause suffering to someone with trypophobia, show them lotus seed heads!

Lichen 4 Tallegalla

Lichen 13

Lichen 7 Tallegalla

Lichen 2 Tallegala

Lichen 11 Tallegalla

Lichen 5 Tallegalla

It is likely that most readers will be familiar with the author Ian Fleming’s character, 007 – James Bond, British spy. However, perhaps many of you do not know that it is probable that James Bond was based on the author’s close friend, Australian aviator, adventurer, inventor and spy, Sidney Cotton. It is in Tallegalla Cemetery that a small memorial exists for this man, along with the plaques of family members. He was known for his maverick attitude and often flouted the rules. Apparently, when he was in the airforce he had a badge made with the initials “CC-11” which signified the 11th commandment – “Thou shalt not be found out.” He really had a very colourful life and I don’t think it is at all an exaggeration to suggest he was the real James Bond.

Sid Cotton plaque

Sidney Cotton heritage sign

Cotton’s invention of the Sidcot suit solved many of the problems of temperature control for pilots. Some of you will remember this picture from my  Hiking through History post. I sent this picture of an aviator relative  to history buff, Greg, creator of the highly entertaining Australian blog hikingfiasco.com  and he kindly identified the outfit as a Sidcot suit. Greg is having a break from blogging at the moment but by coincidence his last post features a photo of a cemetery at night. It is interesting to think that Sid Cotton’s wartime inventions resulted in both life and death.

Sidcot suit

Now to the headstones of a few less glamorous, but no less special individuals in the grand scheme of life…

Near to Sid’s memorial lie the graves of little 3 year old Leila and her parents. The headstones don’t reveal the tragedy, bravery and inspiration surrounding her death. Little Leila and her parents are actually the great, great aunt and great-great grandparents of my children. A relative kindly gave me a copy of a diary entry  which described Leila’s early death.


Leila and her father

Leila and her father

In those days, kerosene lanterns were used for lighting. One of these started a fire in the family home. Leila was sleeping on her bed and by the time the rest of the family were alerted, her room was in flames. Her mother, Ethel, ran into the blazing room and grabbed the child, however Leila’s body was already blackened by burns. When fire broke out the church bells rang to alert the townsfolk. There was no fire station, so the men broke open the house water tanks to put out the fire. Most of the house was saved but sadly Leila died while being transported to distant Ipswich hospital. Though grief-stricken, Ethel was spurred on by the incident to start fund-raising for an ambulance station to be established in Rosewood. So Leila’s death resulted in more chance at life for others in the district.

Next door to the cemetery I discovered a few more surprises. This old pump would have been life-giving in the past but now stands unused and just a curiosity for some. An old café, “Country Perks,” may have been frequented by some of those buried in the cemetery.

Tallegalla pump

Tallegalla cafe

The view across the road is quite pretty but the light area towards the foreground is evidence of a mine still in use. Rosewood mines employed many people in the past. Mines provided income to survive but the effects of hard work and the polluted environment often led to an early grave.

Views of Main Range

On my way home I noticed a railway museum sign and knowing that some of my readers like old trains I swung right and followed the narrow, winding road. I couldn’t find the mystery museum but did come across a dead peacock on the road. I will spare you the gory pictures and just share its colourful feathers with you. The peacock also represented life and death as it was being feasted on by thousands of wriggling creatures.

peacock feathers

peacock tail feathers 1

I also passed this “living-dead” tree.

Tallegalla life and death tree

 A “slight” detour to Marburg Cemetery led me past an emu farm. These animals won’t live to old age. They will be used for arthritis creams/oils and a variety of other products.

emu farm 2

The last surprise of the day was this giant hay teddy bear which I found quite distracting. I couldn’t work out whether it had a friendly or slightly crazy, sinister expression. I think I am still affected by a creepy clown movie I watched many years ago!

hay teddy

And to finish this life and death post a few pictures of another cemetery I visited one sunrise last year during a heavy mist. If you look closely you may see the silhouettes of kangaroos feeding.

Harrisville Cemetery 1

Harrisville Cemetery leaning headstone

Harrisville Cemetery mist

kangaroos in the mist

It’s not often you come across James Bond, lichen, a dead peacock, headstones, an emu farm and a giant teddy bear made of hay in one blog post. Welcome to my sometimes odd and surprising life.

Thanks for reading!

68 thoughts on “James Bond, a Dead Peacock and a Giant Bear: Life and Death at Tallegalla

  1. Thanks Jane for a most interesting blog experience, and I like yourself have found my birding experiences like your experience here, where the bird or feature I go out specifically to find is not always found but other wonderful unexpected discoveries are uncovered. That’s all part of life’s adventure! As Forrest Gump has said “My mother always said Life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you are going to get”. I love your fungus pics also. You are such a kindred heart.

    • Thank you your your kind comments! Ah, great quote! I should have used that in my blog post. 🙂 Some days it’s a yummy centre. Other times it may be a crunchy nut I am a bit allergic to! Overall, there are more “chocolates” I enjoy than not. I’m so glad you enjoyed the post. It’s a little unusual this week. Thank you for such warm feedback. It’s greatly appreciated. 🙂

    • Oh, I am glad it is not just me who feels a little weird about the hay teddy bear. It’s something about the eyes and mouth I think. It’s supposed to attract people to a farm for children to visit actually. Ah, I am glad you liked my “kangaroos in the mist” pic. It was a surprise mist and certainly added to the atmosphere of a graveyard! Thanks for reading and the lovely feedback. 🙂

    • Thanks, Susan. I’m so glad you found it interesting. I always enjoy your tours, especially of historical buildings. Looking forward to your next post! 🙂

  2. Who wouldn’t like a post that begins with “I went searching for a railway museum but all I found was a dead peacock”? We can be pretty sure that no one else in the history of the world ever wrote those words. Nice going.

    My blog is devoted to nature, as you know, but a few times over the last four years I’ve let myself stray into the human world. In the first of those posts I dealt with the tombstones of children who died in central Texas in the late 1800s:


    You’re not alone in your fascination with old cemeteries; in fact I think you have lots of company.

    Thanks also for the introduction to Sid Cotton, whom I’d never heard of.

    Your photograph of kangaroos in the mist reminds me that there was a 1988 American movie called Gorillas in the Mist.

    • Your first sentence made me smile as every time I tried to sit down to write this post, I couldn’t get the dead peacock sentence out of my head! I’m glad you appreciate the odd way I’ve introduced my post. Also, I had considered the title “Kangaroos in the Mist” as a play on the movie “Gorillas in the Mist” but completely forgot about it when I wrote the post so it’s funny you should mention it, Steve.
      I just had a look at the link you sent. That was only a month after you started blogging. It’s a lovely post and you still managed to combine it with wildflowers. I am not a fan of mowing my last piece of lawn in the backyard (I mostly have trees and shrubs) so I often see flowers springing up because I’ve let it grow long. I expected you would enjoy the historical aspects of graveyards. They have a great many untold stories within them.
      I was very surprised when I read about Sid Cotton. I wondered why he wasn’t a character we had heard much about. Perhaps it was because he got kicked out of the airforce for bending too many rules in the end. 😉
      Thanks for showing interest in my post Steve and for the kind and interesting feedback. 🙂

  3. I wouldn’t want your posts to get too predictable. I totally enjoyed the variety you presented here and the way you wove all the mystery surprises together.

    • Thanks Gunta! The blog was a surprise to me as well. 😉 I didn’t really have much of a plan for it but realised as I went along that many of the pictures actually did connect to the theme of life and death. I guess few things in this world aren’t connected to that topic in some way, come to think of it! Thanks for your continued kind support of my blog. Your encouraging words help me to continue. I look forward to more surprises from your own blog. I never know what picture you will share next. 🙂

      • That’s certainly part of the fun. I have always said that I’ll keep blogging as long as it’s fun. I never thought much about a theme, though my blog did start out as a way to keep in touch with friends across the country after my husband died and I moved to a new house. Much of the earlier posts were about what I was doing in the garden and settling into the new house. Eventually I started going to the beach and from there things evolved into scenics. Lately it seems I’ve been trying my hand at bird shots and those have been a whole lot of fun! So it keeps on going (or movin’ on!) 😀

        • Yes, it has to stay fun! I easily get stuck in a rut so need to mix things up a bit and try new things. I’ve certainly been enjoying everything your blog offers, from the landscapes to flowers to birds. You are sharing some beautiful bird pics of late. I was delighted, as I said, to see real snow geese after having enjoyed reading The Snow Goose story book so many years ago. Your blog title certainly suits what you’ve done. We all have to keep “Movin’ On” don’t we. Thanks! 😀

  4. What a post Jane! Every chapter has a new twist:)

    You are probably not the only one enjoying old tomb stones, I find it quite interesting sometimes looking at very old tomb stones. It some probably something about how beautiful and detailed they are, and also interesting to think about the history it carries. Often on the old stones there would be a title together with the name telling you something about the history of the person and often giving an impression of how life would be back then.

    Oh, I did find the kangaroos after looking a bit:)

    • I’m so glad you enjoyed it. After writing it I realised there were quite a few weird things that happened in one day. It’s quite weird the things that I come across on a supposedly mundane walk sometimes. A simple visit to a cemetery turned into a blog post. I’m pleased to read that you enjoy old graveyards too. They really are a treasury of stories, some poignant, some uplifting, some very strange. It’s nice to think that even though someone passed away 100 years ago that we can still be pondering their lives now.
      Yes, the kangaroos were a little hidden weren’t they? A little naughty of me not to label the picture. Laziness on my part!
      Thanks for reading and your kind comments. I look forward to your next adventures! 🙂

  5. I think that you did a great job of pulling several unrelated subjects together into one theme, while including some great photos, history, and some pop culture to top the entire thing off with! How else could James Bond fit along side a dead peacock and a missing train museum?

    • Haha…thanks Jerry! I didn’t start out with a plan. I’m glad you think I pulled it all together somehow. It was a very weird day and I am still puzzling how my little trips can end up being so odd sometimes. They rarely go to plan. Thanks so much for the nice feedback. By the way, Sidney Cotton had three wives – two of them quite young. So his romantic life may have been a little like the on-screen 007 as well. I’ve never read Fleming’s work so have no idea how different the book is to the movie portrayal. Looking forward to more Michigan delights from you. 🙂

    • Thank you! I’m glad you enjoyed it. It was kind of weird to write too. When I realised the strange combination of things I came across that day I thought, “How am I going to make sense of this?” I have just been told by someone that it is very bad luck to find a dead peacock. Apparently it signals much doom to come! It’s a good thing I don’t believe in those things. Have a great week and keep posting beautiful pics of Montana. 🙂

  6. Jane you made me laugh with this post. I love it! I too like cemeteries, so if you think you are weird than so am I and we are in good company 🙂 I had no idea about James Bond being possibly based on Sid Cotton, but as they say “there is no such thing as an original idea, it is either copied or influenced by someone, somewhere!”. The bear is just freaky and on a cold moonlit night it would scare the heck out of me! And the headstone that reads “in memory of dear little Harry” who died before he was even 3 years old, well that obviously makes me sad as my sons name is also Harry and I can imagine no greater loss. But it also makes me thankful that the diseases these dear little children died from can now be prevented with vaccines. Great post Jane, keep up the good work 🙂

    • Thanks Amanda! I’m glad it made you laugh. That puts a smile on my face. 🙂
      Now you’ve put an idea into my head about that big bear! It was freaky enough in broad daylight. On a cold moonlit night it would be terrifying. I’m actually tempted to go back (with company) and try a night-time shot!
      I wonder how many people do know about Sid Cotton. I only found out by accident because I was looking for Leila’s grave and the memorial was right nearby.
      Sorry the Harry grave made you sad, Amanda. I took the pic last year as I was actually thinking about the way we take immunisations for granted these days. The resurgence in whooping cough is very concerning. There were so many tiny old graves at this small cemetery.
      Thanks, Amanda, for supporting my blog. Always great to read your thoughtful comments. Your blog stories and pictures are great. They really showcase the beautiful places we have in our own country. 🙂

  7. Jane, I always look forward to reading your posts. Kept thinking today how close people are in spirit though far in distance. Cemetery visiting is a favorite Southern pastime. The background stories were very interesting (James Bond, Baby Leila). Thanks for sharing and have a wonderful week.

    • Thank you, John. I had no idea that cemetery visiting is a favourite pastime in the South! Well, I can’t be too weird then. 🙂 I agree that people can feel very close to one another despite the geographical distance. I’m still able to feel quite close to people who live far away including people I have never met. I’m so glad you found the graveyard stories very interesting. Thank you for your kindness and encouragement, John. I enjoy sharing my stories with you. Have a beautiful week too. 🙂

  8. I agree, Jane. That teddy bear is creepy and appears somewhat demented. I love lichen too! I love the varied colors and patterns. And again like you, I have always loved touring old cemeteries. I find them beautiful, interesting and calm. I have a sister that enjoys country drives where we go looking for old cemeteries long forgotten on what once was prairie land in Nebraska – my home state (where the rest of my family lives). And not to get repetitive but LIKE YOU, any time I walk the woodlands, I find amazing life and death all around me. It is the ying and yang of life. Nature is utterly fascinating and amazing. We never learn it all do we?

    I had no clue about trypophobia disorder. There are many phobias I do not understand – but it is always interesting to me how they might have developed or fostered.

    Your photos are so wonderful… but the animal lover in me just adored the one of the “kangaroos in the mist”. 🙂

    • Hi Lori! Another person who finds the teddy a bit creepy. The list is continuing!
      I’m also glad you appreciate old cemeteries too. As my children were growing up, I used to take them there and when I was writing this post I asked my daughter how she felt about those visits. She was very positive about the experiences. She said that death always seemed a natural thing to her, not frightening. Living on a farm and seeing death and life there also helped. The cemetery visits were calming and peaceful. We would talk about history and how a long time ago people didn’t have access to many medical treatments. It was an opportunity to talk about many issues in life. Your country drives with your sister sound like the kind of trips my daughter and I do. I never had a sister and enjoy the close relationship I have with my daughter.
      I suspect my daughter’s revulsion by clustered circles/holes may be due to seeing maggot infested animals from a young age and also tick plagues. In some places where we lived the ticks were so bad that we would sometimes see hundreds of engorged ticks clumped together on dogs’ ears and on cattle. I think that has contributed to her revulsion! Actually, remembering that now is making me feel a little ill too. She certainly hates seeing ticks now.
      Thanks for the lovely support and praise of my blog, Lori! It always puts a smile on my face. I’m glad you liked Kangaroos in the Mist. I’m thinking I should have made it more of a feature now. Looking forward to reading more adventures. I hope you are having time ti rest in between all the mothering duties! 🙂

  9. Wow what a great post full of fascinating little stories and great pictures. The cemetery fascinates me as well, in a rather morbid way. That one that you pictured of “dear little Harry” is so sad! And the story of the little girl. Oh, as a mom these things tear up my heart.
    My daughter Sarah is four, I just cannot imagine it. But what a beautiful thing for the Mom to turn her grief into good works for the community.
    Peacock feathers…so beautiful, and I had to laugh when you wrote about it’s death being a feast for the little wriggling creatures.

    • Thanks Shanda!
      Yes, as a parent those little graves tear at the heart, don’t they? I can’t imagine how I would have coped had something happened to my children like in Leila’s case. Ethel was a very strong lady. The diary I read was written by Leila’s older sister and she was very affected by the event.
      I did take a picture of the entire peacock. It was shuddering from the population of maggots under the outer skin! I thought it best not to share the more gruesome pictures even though they were quite fascinating to me.
      So glad you enjoyed the post, Shanda. Thanks for reading and sharing your thoughts. I hope you are now over the horrible flu. It sounded nasty! 🙂

  10. It is a really good story, Jane ❤ I recognize the experience of looking for one thing and find another. Cemeteries can be very evocative and it is absolutely fantastic the one you have been on. The view and the kangaroos and the history of 'James Bond'. Thank you for sharing. ..Oh, and that Teddy Bear doesn't suit me either 🙂
    All the best,

    • Thanks Hanna! I appreciate the lovely feedback. It seems that Teddy Bear is producing a similar feeling in other people. It’s meant to attract children to an animal farm but it’s expression makes me think more about the Pied Piper story… I’m so glad you appreciate the evocative nature of cemeteries. There are so many untold stories to be found there. I’m very glad you enjoyed the stories I shared. The photos of the walks you share on your blog are beautiful and atmospheric. They are usually so different to the scenery where I walk. I hope to experience country like that in person one day. Thanks! 🙂

  11. The lichens are fascinating living things. I really love the details of the Tallegalla picture. I’m so glad you didn’t post a picture of the spider, you can’t even imagine. I hope you will put a disclaimer if you ever publish one :D:D

    • I’m glad you enjoyed the lichen too! Just a warning, there will be a big hairy spider in one of the next two posts. It will be part of a post about a creek walk I did. It will be a close up of its face with all the eyes! I will put a warning at the top and try to leave the spider pic until the end of the page. I love spiders but I appreciate that many people don’t. As I wrote in my post, my daughter has a revulsion to clusters of circles/holes. I’m not keen on parasite pictures! I’m glad you enjoyed the post. Thank you! 🙂

      • I’m really scared of spiders (I think it’s more common than clusters of circles/holes — I’ve never heard about that phobia). I’m trying to use desensitization to try to cure it, but I like to know that I will see one. I will probably look at the picture, but I need to be prepared 😀

        I’m ok with parasites or other insects, it’s just spiders. It’s because of my mum I think. When I was little, my bed was never properly made and the sheet where always dangling and my feet were in the open air. One day she told that the spiders will come and eat my feet if I don’t make my bed… I’m sure it’s related ! 😀

    • Thank you for the kind feedback! I really enjoy the lovely nature photos you share on your blog. I’m so glad you enjoy old cemeteries too. They are special places in many ways. 🙂

    • Thanks Gail! It sort of stuck in my head and I couldn’t think of any other way to start it, so I’m glad you like it. I’m glad I found your blog. I’m getting an education in cycling conditions around the world and back at home. I hope we see some improvements in our infrastructure and culture here! Have a great week. 🙂

  12. Thanks Jane for another entertaining post! I love a stroll through a small town cemetery, and there is a lovely one in my home-town, nestled in a hillside with a lovely view over the bay. Couldn’t think of a nicer place to lay down and rest: just not quite yet! 🙂

    • Thanks! Great to hear from you. I hope you are well? I’m glad you’re not at the point of needing to lie down and rest “permanently” in your hillside cemetery! I’ve told my family that if it’s not too awkward for them, I’d like to be buried at Tallegalla. One family member responded, “But you won’t be able to see the view. You’ll be dead!” I told them I was thinking that at least any visitors to my grave will be able to have a nice peaceful, beautiful place to think. They could even have lunch under the gazebo and make a party of it. 😉 Thanks for reading and the lovely comment. I hope all is well in your part of the world. Looking forward to seeing what adventures you get up to next on your blog. 🙂

      • Thanks Jane! Plans for the Overland Track are well underway, but meanwhile I’ll stay local and broadcast a few posts about what my lovely area has to offer. 🙂

    • Thanks! I’m glad you found the post interesting and liked the pictures. It was a rather weird day. Thank you for reading. Lovely to hear from you. Have a great week. 🙂

  13. Great attention to detail. I suspect most people wouldn’t have noticed the lichen. With regard to that bear – definetly crazy 🙂 I suspect if the cross of his left eye was aligned with the other one, it would move him/her out of the crazy camp and into the happy one (not to say that you can’t be both!)

    • Thanks, Rob! I think you are right about the bear’s eyes. A little adjustment and he’d be a little less crazy. As you say though, crazy and happy can coincide happily! I am sometimes both. 😉 I’m a big fan of lichen so I wasn’t going to miss them that’s for sure. I suspect most people don’t get as much of a thrill from them as me though. I’m a little simple that way.Thanks for reading and commenting, Rob. Looking forward to reading more installments of your hiking adventures. So different to mine! 🙂

  14. Hi Jane, It’s the oddities and surprises which contribute to the spice of life – like the young Blue Tongue Lizard I discovered recently under a very large pot I was moving. I think it was settling down to winter under there and was quite put out by being disturbed.

    The photographs of the lichens are interesting – some of the lichens could be a hideous skin disease!

    • Thanks, Margaret! I agree. Those oddities make life much more interesting. Blue tongue lizards have surprised me on a number of occasions in the garden too. I quite like nature surprises. 🙂
      Yes, I agree about the lichens looking like horrible skin diseases. I can actually understand why my daughter finds them revolting. They are probably worse because I have enlarged them. My problem is with clusters of parasites such as ticks!
      Thanks for popping by and reading my post. Always lovely to hear from you. My next post will be more standard affair! 🙂

  15. I, too, am fascinated by graveyards, but unlike you my peacocks are not dead. I thought you might enjoy a photo of a live one 🙂

    • Hi Julie!
      I do very much enjoy live ones, so thank you for dropping by and commenting. Lovely gravatar picture and I’m assuming your blog Peacock Prairie means you have some so I’ll head on over and take a look. I’m glad you are also fascinated by graveyards. They hold many secrets and interesting stories don’t they? Lovely to hear form you. Thanks! 🙂

  16. What a day out! A terrible tale of leila’s death… Very affecting. I share your love of cemeteries. My first job was transcribing the burial records from West Terrace Cemetery in Adelaide onto computer – it was fascinating to read them and find out a bit about the history of the place. Having had one of my children die as a baby I always feel a connection to the many families you see in nineteenth century cemeteries who have lost one or often several children in infancy or early childhood. It is a reminder how lucky we are to have decent sanitation, medical service and of course vaccines!

    • Oh, I’m so sorry to read that one of your babies died! I’m sorry if my post triggered pain. I really don’t know how I’d cope if one of my three died. I’ve been told the death of a child is something you never really get over. Every time I see little child graves I think of my own children. As a parent, the story of Leila’s death really affected me. Sadly, she was actually named after another relative named Leila who was only 17 years old when she died of a kidney ailment that probably could have been treated successfully these days. My own brother died at 23 years of age from congenital heart problems that could have been fixed by a transplant now.
      I’m glad you share my love of cemeteries. It’s nice to know that others find them interesting as well. Transcribing burial records would certainly have been a fascinating read! And yes, they do remind us of how lucky we are to have improved medical care and conditions in our country. Thanks so much for reading and taking the time to comment. Have a lovely week. 🙂

      • All okay – it was a long time ago now and thanks to a great bereavement counsellor I have sorted out my head about it. I am lucky to have 2 more gorgeous children to keep me entertained and happy!! You take care too!

  17. Wonderful ‘yarning’, storytelling in a round and about fashion with all kinds of diverse discoveries 🙂 I enjoyed the rambling from James Bond, to the gorgeous lichen patterns, including the peacock feathers and the emu 🙂

    • Thank you for the encouraging feedback. You are kind. This post probably represents my “normal” life which rarely seems to go to plan and throws up random surprises. 🙂 I’m glad you enjoyed the yarn. Great to hear from you. I’m going to enjoy reading more of your blog and enjoying the pictures. 🙂

  18. James Bond & lichen, 2 of my favourite things! 🙂 I missed this when it was posted, but in another weird parallel, I remember driving past this cemetery years ago on the way to a field site. (I did my Honours on cat’s claw creeper with the DPI at Sherwood & a lot of my sites were around Maroon Dam & the Scenic Rim). On one trip we took a different route & drove past this cemetery, tucked away in the landscape, & I remember thinking it was one of the most beautiful outlooks for a gravesite I’d ever seen! Thank you again for taking me on a trip down memory lane 🙂

    • Hi Manu! I’m so glad this brought back some good memories for you. I’m pleased you agree that it’s a beautiful cemetery site. I’ve been back a few times just for the peace and the view. There is a great feel to the area. You did your honours at Sherwood DPI? Was that at the Alan Fletcher Research Station near the Arboretum? I knew people who were working there. But that was between 1990 – 1994. Probably way before your time! Yes, I think there are a few people who quite like James Bond and lichen. 😉 Thanks for reading and commenting, Manu! Always great to hear from you. 🙂

      • Yes, good old Alan Fletcher. I was there in 2008, but there were a few legends there that you still may have known! A beautiful spot to go to work, out of the city hustle. 🙂

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