Have messaged the chap on facebook.
One of my childhood neighbours was an eccentric chap called Peter Clayton... he had an amphibious Ford escort amongst other stuff.
He also had his father's diaries and used to arrange trips out into the Libyan desert.
Rightly or wrongly he was good mates with the Colonel (not KFC chap) and had free range to do what he wanted.
Sadly I was at school and my mother wouldn't pay for me to go.
Long dead now of course. No idea what happened to his father's material.
Tim
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