'Therapy through Graves, Death, Grasshoppers and Ocean Views'
I've never felt more alive.
I went on an adventure to see some avoided history. Even with the sweltering temperatures the residents were cool and enjoying the gorgeous scenery. As I made my way up and down the rows of graves looking for an aesthetic tomb to take a shot of, I saw one without a name, it was high noon, I was dying of sweat and the cool grass beneath my feet was soft. I kept walking though and grabbed a glass of water from the pub across the road.
I waved good bye to Waverley Cemetery. Never to return.