Life for a child at Checkendon was bearable, at times it was an adventure - we knew no different then. When I look back now at my life there, I wonder how it ever was that we survived in such conditions. The highlight was when the fish & chip van visited the camp. We should never forget who we are and how we managed in conditions that today would be condemned.
I would be interested to hear from anyone reading this thread who was a child at Checkendon in 1951 and following years.