Since November 2012 I’ve been researching the history of my maternal grandfather’s great-grandfather. Yesterday I slipped between suburban houses and visited his gravesite. It is in need of urgent repair and rehabilitation. The ravages of 132 years, the steady growth of peppermint trees and general neglect will do some of that. Getting the location marked on the property title and heritage protection would help. I took photographs of the overgrown grave site with its’ damaged railings, the culverted creek, and the rise once known as Cox’s Hill, now unsignposted. Forgotten. The Princes Highway has eaten into it over the years.