Series 01: Anne Donnell circular letters, 25 May 1915 - 8 July 1918 - Page 36
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[Page 36]
Now I am coming to the best day of all. A Sunday in an English home & the first home I have been inside since leaving Aus – so you can imagine how I appreciated it. Twas at Mrs Sydney Robjohns at Bexhill-on-sea about 90 miles South of London – Sister Reid had friends to see down there too so we started from here early in the morning. Such restful scenery – similar to that from Plymouth. On arriving I loved the welcome given – I simply love home life, crave for it sometimes – Yet I toil on! I'm thinking when I return I won't care whether I wear my welcome out with all of you but I getting away from my story. Dinner I must mention because I haven't enjoyed anything so much for ages. Fresh salmon, New potatoes – green peas – lettuce reddishes & all home grown. Also home-grown strawberries. After dinner we sat on the lawn and didden't I drink in the deliciously fresh air with its whiffs of new mown hay. Then came along some friends of Mr Robjohns a Mr & Mrs Cottrell. How I did enjoy the conversation I had with Mr Cottrell a great man I call him with a beautiful mind like Colonel Stawell. He has just lost a nephew in the Dardanelles a [indecipherable] poet only 29 yrs of age – by name – Rupert Brooke. How highly these friends spoke of our Australian and New Zealand men – how generous & brave they are, I was not only in complimentry terms but straight from the heart. Before leaving that delightful spot I had a roll in the common – in the high green grass buttercups & daisies. How perfectly charming the English hedges – padocks & lanes are.