One of ‘man’s’ incredible gifts is the ability to figure things out. Not just any old thing. But really, really complex things. Solving and devising is what makes us king. Unique amongst all living creatures.
Today sees us park Beastie up at Bletchley Park. Home of the Code Kings. A privately bought stately home, given over in its entirety for the extraordinary WWII code breakers.
Every form of ingenious thought process was employed in order to decipher the German codes. Ĺooking at their methodology, and technology (not) it was a real slog. But also a labour of love, with the highest of stakes at risk.
how each part of the whole process fitted together.
No one person knew what was going on in other huts. The big picture chopped up into lots of smaller ones. A miraculous and meticulous conveyer belt of codes and ciphers. Sniffing and snuffing the enemy out. All held their tongue under the threat of being shot for treason! It seemed to do the trick. For after the war, many went to their graves without ever divulging a single word of what they did.
We discover the incredible use of homing pigeons too. Not as pie ingredients. Parachuted in behind enemy lines, to fly back to base with valuable coded messages.
If you’ve read this far and are puzzled by the header, I’ll give you a clue. But only if you don’t shift to the left first.