Cross Keys Camp

I believe I also lived in the tin hut at Cross Keys Camp when I was 5 in 1953 with my mum and younger half sister. My next door neighbour had a monkey which had a jumper on which us kids used to take for walks around the camp site in a dolls pram. Before that my half sister lived with her paternal grandparents, Mr and Mrs Adams, who ran the village hall whilst I was fostered out to the Avis family whose granddaughter also lived with them on the main road not far from the Cross Keys Pub. I went to the village school and crossed a big field to get there. I used to fish for tiddlers in the stream nearby. Later my half sister and I were united when my mother married my half sister's father in Cyprus.

cross keys camp i found out was wartime accomadation for constructing an oil pipeline across the moors across the stream to the militia camp near mizame on the chelmsford leaden roding road. i often wondered what the hump in the footpath across the moors was for and the stream change course at right angles