I remember being sent there for 3 weeks during the late fifties, l think it was father and son who ran the place when l was there, both had sadistic tendencies. They enjoyed making you suffer by forcing you to take part in boxing bouts and getting a good bashing, we were never evenly matched. The walks every day come rain or shine in two's, parading through the streets, l can't even remember where we marched to. I remember most wanting to go home, missing mam and brothers and sisters. It was only three weeks but l was so unhappy and miserable and couldn't understand what l had done wrong to en