When I Die, I Want to be Cremated…

Sometimes on a Sunday, when we have nothing in particular planned for our day, LM informs me that he is taking me on an adventure. I love these days.

Adventure days usually involve the pooch. They usually involve us driving to a part of Sydney I am unfamiliar with, followed by a walk and, if we are lucky with our chosen area, are punctuated with a nice meal or snack-age.

This past Sunday, LM took me to Bronte. Specifically, we went to the surrounds of Waverley Cemetery. I say ‘surrounds’ because one member of our adventure party was not permitted access to the actual cemetery.

Waverley Cemetery is hands down one of the nicest cemeteries in Sydney, if not Australia. The pure white angels against the blue sky with the ocean in the background make this a spectacular place. (Review on Trip Advisor)

The Waverley Cemetery is an iconic heritage site on the cliffs overlooking the water between Bronte and Clovelly Beaches in the eastern suburbs of Sydney. It has been in operation since 1877. And, while it is fair to say the Waverley Cemetery seems to be a particularly fine example of a burial ground, I suspect this may have rather more to do with its location and bazillion dollar views than its occupants.

And, when I die, I want to be cremated. But, if I didn’t, I wouldn’t care less if I had a bazillion dollar view. What would I care? – I’d be dead. What I would care about is that my dog could come and visit me and be allowed to mourn my passing in the appropriate way…* Just saying.

Anyway, the Bronte-based Waverley Cemetery is quite large. We wandered happily around its circumference for almost two hours. We took in the small section of the Bondi to Coogee walk that backs onto the cemetery, too.

I have written about my love of pohutukawa trees before (here). They are colloquially known as a Kiwi Christmas tree because they usually flower at Christmas time – that’s summer-time for us, Northern Hemisphere. Well, Sydney has been experiencing an unseasonably warm winter – 20° C/68° F was the high on Sunday. Look at what we found.

Oh, and we did get our meal. And, it was fine. More on the Three Blue Ducks in my next post!

*not really, but it sounded good at the time of writing.