My Memories Of Vigo Camp

A Memory of Meopham.

My memories of Vigo camp Meopham
My memories of Vigo are somethings I will never forget.
I was born in Chatham, Kent in 1948.
For reasons unknown to me, we ended up in a Vigo camp. The Nissen hut we were in must have been an officers mess. i.e it had a lots of rooms and also a lot of toilets.
In the winter it was very cold. But Spring and Summer were a haven for a child growing up amongst the rhododendron woods.
My sister Pat was the eldest of us four Adams children. She also had a friend, if I remember, called Josey Russell and between them they looked after us little ones.
I remember Vigo school, and the headmistress called Miss Randal. She was nice, but some of the children knew we were from the camps so they could be a little cruel at times.
There was also, an old lady who owned a lot of goats, which we used to love to go and see.
The one things that us kids used to love to do was sneak through the woods and come out onto Happy Valley. It, then, had one or two chalets on the hills.
The only sad time I had in the camp was when I was badly mauled by a dog which someone had neglected. A man called Mr Lewis had pulled the dog off of me which saved my life.
I remember a few names. Roy Pew. I think he had a paper shop, and the name Teddy Bingle went on to own a butchers shop.
So many memories of a by-gone camp near Meopham.
Wendy Adams