Series 02: Anne Donnell diary, 29 December 1917 - 31 January 1919 - Page 258
it cannot be imagination but theres a scent being wafted across to us – some cannot detect it but I can distinctly – its an uncommon
sce scent bur we fancy it savours of trees – so we just call it the small of Australia – only a few hours now I have applied for special leave whilst the Ship is in Port.
23rd A thunder storm passed over last – night & somehow it predicted a warning of disappointment. I awakened at 4.30 a.m. & thought I would