A fine and private place

St Stephen's Church in Newtown has a beautiful cemetery attached to it. It was once much larger, but the council decided to build a park, and so they resumed much of the land, leaving the bodies buried beneath it and moving the best stones inside the new church wall to line it on the side thet remained cemetery (all the 'best' graves were nearest the church, they remain intact).

The park still has bodies buried beneath it, but most people do not know and it is a popular picnic and playing spot. I went to a wedding at the church on the weekend, then back to the cememtery and park today, because there were a few photos I wanted to take. Firstly, for the wonderfuljadzialove : 

This is on the wall outside the cemetery and church, on the park side, which is covered in graffiti. What the legend underneath means, I have no idea, though I would definitely shag Snape over Rove. The latter is sweet and funny, but too nice. Here is a broader shot of the wall: 

As you can see, it is rather chaotic on the outside. On the inside, it encloses a refuge that seems a world away from the cacophony of Newtown, with nineteenth century graves telling the stories of people who lived locally generations ago. It is a quiet place, despite the busy streets running past it, where people smile gently at each other in passing and swathes of periwinkle and grasses clothe the dead.

Many famous early Sydneysiders are buried there, and it is where you will find Eliza Donnithorne's grave. It is widely believed she was the model for Miss Havisham in Great Expectations. Dickens lived in Sydney for a while, and she was the famous daughter of a very fine house on King Street in Newtown. On the day of her wedding, with the wedding meal set and her finery on, she received her guests and waited for her groom. He never arrived.

Though she changed her clothes, the wedding breakfast was left on the table for over thirty years until she died. She herself rarely left the house. Eventually, she died, and is buried with her father. 

Walking back, I saw a great Dane cheerfully trying to make friends with another dog. It was a sausage dog. The sausage's owners caught the great Dane and after some soprano and bass barks were exchanged, a friendship of sorts began.
All in all, a most successful day off!

A fine and private place

St Stephen's Church in Newtown has a beautiful cemetery attached to it. It was once much larger, but the council decided to build a park, and so they resumed much of the land, leaving the bodies buried beneath it and moving the best stones inside the new church wall to line it on the side thet remained cemetery (all the 'best' graves were nearest the church, they remain intact).

The park still has bodies buried beneath it, but most people do not know and it is a popular picnic and playing spot. I went to a wedding at the church on the weekend, then back to the cememtery and park today, because there were a few photos I wanted to take. Firstly, for the wonderfuljadzialove : 

This is on the wall outside the cemetery and church, on the park side, which is covered in graffiti. What the legend underneath means, I have no idea, though I would definitely shag Snape over Rove. The latter is sweet and funny, but too nice. Here is a broader shot of the wall: 

As you can see, it is rather chaotic on the outside. On the inside, it encloses a refuge that seems a world away from the cacophony of Newtown, with nineteenth century graves telling the stories of people who lived locally generations ago. It is a quiet place, despite the busy streets running past it, where people smile gently at each other in passing and swathes of periwinkle and grasses clothe the dead.

Many famous early Sydneysiders are buried there, and it is where you will find Eliza Donnithorne's grave. It is widely believed she was the model for Miss Havisham in Great Expectations. Dickens lived in Sydney for a while, and she was the famous daughter of a very fine house on King Street in Newtown. On the day of her wedding, with the wedding meal set and her finery on, she received her guests and waited for her groom. He never arrived.

Though she changed her clothes, the wedding breakfast was left on the table for over thirty years until she died. She herself rarely left the house. Eventually, she died, and is buried with her father. 

Walking back, I saw a great Dane cheerfully trying to make friends with another dog. It was a sausage dog. The sausage's owners caught the great Dane and after some soprano and bass barks were exchanged, a friendship of sorts began.
All in all, a most successful day off!