Sunday 19th January 1941

Yesterday: Very high winds and some consequent clouds of dust; the assault on Tobruk was postponed a little. Cold weather, visibility 150 yards. We got shelled a bit this evening. Heavy stuff, it seemed. No casualties.

Today: High wind but not quite so dusty. We've already laid our link lines at the new position and will be moving from here later in the afternoon. “Once more into the breach...!”

This morning's trip reminds me of the quaint route-directions one has to use in the desert, where all is sameness and there are no landmarks except man-made ones. “Turn left at the burnt out lorry and keep the dud shell on your right,” “On a bearing of 240 degrees from the wrecked aeroplane...”