My darling Arnold, ....
Well when riding out yesterday, I noticed the olive trees were full of
berries similar to those of small damsons, the natives were gathering them to
make olive oil. Also on the cactus hedges grows what we call a prickly pear,
similar in shape to a pear, though quite a different flavour, but to gather
them, one wants a thick pair of leather gloves on, on account of prickles,
then peel them & eat them. Oranges are just getting ripe. ......
|Title||Letter from Harold Pashler to his son, Arnold. No. 4. Re: Olives.|
|Item Date||October 1918|
|Copyright||The Great War Archive, University of Oxford / Primary Contributor|
|Digital repository||The Great War Archive, University of Oxford|