Just next to Bronte on the cobalt blue Pacific coast lies the famous Waverley Cemetery, in which bone orchard lie many famous Strayans, among whom Victor Trumper and Henry Lawson. A cricketer who played like a poet and a poet who drank like a Cossack. Rolling green hills and the broiling sea hold them close and wrap their arms around them. We bid them all a fond G’day then headed down 3 Blue Ducks way. As a footnote, In deciding on the categories for this blog we included “lifestyle” because we guess that being dead is a kind of lifestyle. It certainly takes up a lot of one’s time anyway.