Saturday 22nd February 1941

Rough roads and rotten weather; desert on either side. What could be worse, except crossing the desert? Bardia, Fort Capuzzo, the frontier, Sollum. Down a steep escarpment above the harbour (blue, in spite of the grey skies) – not “Hellfire Pass” by which we ascended.

Made bivouac about 2 miles beyond the ruins that were Sollum. It's nearly tea-time now – a miserable grey day, with a gusty wind that blows the smoke of our fire in all directions.