POW camp tour

On the weekend, myself and neighbour Theo went on an annual bus trip to and tour of the site of a local WW2  P.O.W camp, hosted by the local museum and historical society. It was a nice, historical, weird communal experience, with the bus trip in particular making me feel like I was back in high school again. Anyone else have nightmares about that? hehehe ;)


Here we all are.....

And here's Theo next to some wall of something....

Here I am on the steps of a recreation area

And here's some barbed wire and things...

 The remains of some gardens...

 

Some wall and what's left of the jail cells.

 And home again, home again jiggity jig.

 

There were all sorts of people there and one Japanese lady writing a book, and a German man who was somehow associated with it. We were told many little personal stories along with the history of the place and just the explanations of what we were looking at. It was well worth the trip and I would go again :)

Theo and I then followed it up with an equally historical trip to the local cemetery to admire the graves and find all our respective relations' graves we hadn't seen yet.