Item 03: Frank Hurley war diary, 24 January-13 August 1918 - Page 13
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[Page 13]
many fine old orange groves; the fruit being at present ready for market, they are just ablaze of gold. I sent my boatman into one of the orangeries for 2/- worth, he returned with a great sack of a couple hundred. W e returned to Duran via Riohon, a pleasant though rough journey of 20 miles.
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Went to Ramleh and thence on to Ludd . Ludd is the old Biblical town of Lyddia and the birth place of St.George.
Ludd is one of the prettiest villages hereabouts, and being on fairly high ground, it overlooks the fertile plains to the horizon of the Judea Mountains. I like Ludd on account of the large number of palm trees; which rise majestically from dirty little courtyards and more or less help to realise ones
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