For many years I lived in a beautiful but haunted part of Sydney, Watsons Bay. My next door neighbour was a retired local police sargeant. We used to chat often. Les told me that the worst part of his job was when he was called to Watsons Bay after someone had jumped off the Gap.
He and a few of his station colleagues, as well as members of the Police Rescue Squad, were left with the gruesome task of salvaging the usually deceased’s body from the bottom of the Gap.
He told me that people jumping over the Gap had become such a frequent event that it has long been a practice for these suicides to not be disclosed to the media. Continue reading BRIDGING THE GAP : A WORK IN PROGRESS