It must have been at least 10 years since I last visited Eden Camp so when my friend suggested a visit I said yes straight away. I visited with my mum ,my partner and my best friend. Not a lot had changed since my last visit other than some more vehicles added and games added in-between huts.This broke the day up and give you a break from reading/looking at information and was fun for all the family.
Eden camp is an original Prisoner of War Camp and visiting will take you back in time to wartime Britain. In 1942 the War Office identified and requisitioned a plot of land on the outskirts of Malton. They wanted to use this land to accommodate Italian and German prisoners. The Camp first became home to 250 Italian Prisoners Of War. Towards the end of 1943 the Italian prisoners moved out and the camp was used as billets for Polish forces.From mid 1944 until 1948 the camp housed German prisoners.
In 1955 the site was returned to its original owner who leased it to Malton Minerals who used the camp for drying and storing grain. in the late 1970s some of the huts were sub-let to various individuals who used them as workshops. With the sale of some the site, Stan Johnson, a local business man bought the rest of the site in 1985 to develop a crisp manufacturing plant. He was then approached by some ex-Italian POW seeking permission to look around their former home the idea of preserving the camp and opening it as a museum was born.The museum first opened to the public on 21st March 1987 and is equipped to tell the story of WW2 through the use of sights, sounds and smells.
The admission prices weren’t too bad each adult ticket cost us £10.50. We arrived just after opening so the first few huts were quite busy but as we visited the huts through the day these seemed to quieten off. Our visit lasted approximately 4 hours, the website does state to allow 3-4 hours per visit however you could stay much longer if you were looking at every item that is on display in detail.
World War 2 is one one my favourite eras in time to learn about as my grandad would always tell me of his tales growing up during the war, from getting evacuated from Middlesbrough to York to eating pickled eels and being at Middlesbrough Train station when it got bombed. I can’t imagine what it would be like to have had some of these experiences.
Below are some photographs that were taken during our visit to Eden Camp.