Sheringa

After leaving Mikkira Station, we continued west more or less along the shore of the Australian Bight. Here we saw the countryside change again into one of grass punctuated by rock.

Few trees or bushes of any sort broke the monotony of the scrubby grass and stone.

Then we came to Sheringa and discovered the cemetery (I know you were yearning for one). I reproduce the sign here since it tells the story better than I can rephrase it.

The stones are quite pretty. This one below is veined with blue lines and yellowish patches giving it a depth not found in the more pure white marble.

There were Victorian touches here with the draped urn. It is staggering to imagine how such carvings were brought here. Even today we are really out in the middle of nowhere. I shudder to imagine the state of the road in the early 1900's.

And the cemetery is plopped down in the midsts of the grass and stone with a couple trees added to create a place of serenity.

Nevertheless, timeit toll on all these man made items.

Just to make it clear that all parts of Australia contributed to the ANZAC, here is a gravesite of a man who served in the Imperial Camel Corp in Palestine  and died in 1918. He and his brothers gave their all for king and country.

But not all interred here were men who went to war (or to work) with full knowledge of what could happen. Some were children barely on the planet.