The old graveyard, St Modan’s, Roseneath

Each time we go back to Scotland I take more photographs of the grave inscriptions, the ones that were there when Georgiana was staying at the original manse and the graves of her friends who died after she left for Western Australia. The oldest gravestones in that ancient community bear only images, not words. Georgiana must have passed by this this one from 1765 each time she walked from the manse to the church for Sunday worship. It’s so poignant in its simplicity. The word ‘Daughter’ is split across two lines, and the engraver wrote ‘intered hear’ [sic].