I went for a long walk yesterday. I took a path along Adelaide’s west parklands to the West Terrace Cemetery and back again. All told it was about 5 kilometres and I felt really good – given that I am still recovering from my ruptured Achilles tendon and broken ankle.

I find the cemetery a calming place – not at all disturbing or ghostly or any of the cliches one associates with a grave yard. Rather, I find it a place of stories; of lives lived. I find myself constructing narratives around th...