Continuing my fairly recent ANZAC Day tradition.

I popped out to the cemetery to check on Grace and change her flowers.

Then got a bit indulgent and used the timer to get a shot of Jimby, Grace is dead centre beside me here.

Then said hello to the service folks graves which as usual had nobody about.
There's a lack of new graves appearing now, a product of the time period no doubt, WW2 veterans have few alive now and that was far more major than any engagement since.

It was a nice house.

Not any more, it was my parent's house at Walgett, NSW but now is just another layer of stress for them, although it may be easier to sell a vacant block of land.

Because it happened on a Sunday (over a month ago) I haven't been able to find any mention of it online, the media, fire, and police must limit reporting to important things on weekends, or be at places where someone on duty knows how to operate the company computer.