Unsung heroes of Bletchley Park


Last weekend I had the pleasure of visiting a really special place: Bletchley Park

For those of you who recognise the name but can’t quite put your finger on why, here’s a brief summary:

In 1938 Hitler was proving to be a ruthless military leader and members of MI6 started to plan for a potential war. Part of this planning was to find a top secret location, in a completely inconspicuous rural location where intelligence could be gathered – and this is where Bletchley Park came in.

When WWII started Bletchley Park became a hub for vital intelligence, and when Britain managed to get its hands on one of Germany’s Enigma machines – experts from all walks of life were drafted in to help crack the German coding system.

From 1939 – 1945 Bletchley recruited a staggering 9000 people, all of whom signed the Official Secrets Act and worked as a vital team to help win the war. Experts say that the work done in Bletchley alone helped to shorten the war by around 2 years. To put this into perspective historians estimate that 62 million people died worldwide during the 6 years of WWII. So that’s potentially 20,000,000 people’s lives that were saved by a motley crew of mathematicians, engineers, typists, officers, language specialists, cooks, cleaners and many more!

One of those 9000 people was my husband’s grandad, who sadly passed away unexpectedly young before he could even talk about his work for the war efforts. Snippets of his life and time at Bletchley (1943-1945) are still coming to light, but what a joy to be able to visit Bletchley and see the actual room where my husband’s grandad worked in 8-hour shifts to help piece together fragments of decoded German messages. Oh, the stories he must have been keeping secret!

I was emotional walking into Hut 3 and seeing the room where ‘The Watch’ pieced together decoded messages, and I’m sure so were my husband and mother-in-law. Below are some pictures that I took of the rooms that have been so expertly restored to their former glory – it looks like the code-breakers has just nipped out for lunch.

We literally owe our lives to these wonderful people that worked so hard, in secret to end the war. To the mathematicians who broke the codes, we owe our present technological age – without them I may not have been typing on a computer right now!

Hut 3 - Intelligence & Translation

Hut 3 – Intelligence & Translation

The Watch - Translation of decoded, partial messages

The Watch – Translation of decoded, partial messages

Alan Turing's office

Careless Talk Costs Lives

Code breaking

Original props

Vintage make-up

Popped out to lunch

If you’re curious and want to know more, please take a visit. It’s £15 for an adult ticket and this is a 12-month ticket so you can return as often as your like within a year.

Here’s a BBC video of the recent restoration

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You Are Everlasting


Beautiful giver of life,
You turn sorrow into joy,
Darkness into light,
Fear into peace,
Hate into love.

You are the great transformer,
The master of metamorphosis,
The catalyst of change.

Wonderful creator of all,
You breath life into being,
Carve the mountains,
Shape the seas,
Draw the sky.

You are perfect beauty,
Author of complexity,
Infinite joy-giver.

Awesome commander of hosts,
You watch over us all,
Direct the sun’s course,
Guard truth,
Rule supreme.

You are strong and steadfast,
The end to all fear,
Never failing.

Marvelous herald of hope,
You beckon light into being,
Breath peace from despair,
Lift the hopeless,
Calm the storm.

You are the promise-giver,
The future-builder,
The source of new life.

You are everything good, true,
Everything worth anything:

Strong and compassionate,
In one breath.

Just and gracious,
With a single word.

Sovereign and servant,
In one touch.

You are everlasting.

Giver of Life...

Giver of Life, Creator of All, Commander of Hosts, Herald of Hope

You are everything good, true...

You are everything good, true…

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Beautiful Peace


There is this numbing darkness,
So dark that it swallows up light,
So cold that is suffocates.

It’s almost like drifting
In starless space
Or more like drowning
In the fathomless ocean.

I remember it like it was yesterday
Maybe it was, I’m not quite sure
But I know I’m not there anymore.
Or maybe I am in the same place,
But is is very different now.

Now there is a darkness
But it is not swallowing me up,
I am inside, the darkness outside.

It’s like I am in a womb
Safe and secure
Or like I am being held
In loving arms.

I remember this warm light,
Like a log fire inside, outside
It seems to flow through me.
The sun is warming the ocean,
Stars have come out tonight.

There is this shining star,
So mysterious and beautiful,
So warm that it reaches my core.

It’s almost like someone’s
Loving touch
Or more like someone’s
Soothing whisper.

It never leaves me side,
Always soothing the dark away,
Always surrounding my all.
I have no name for this place,
It’s just a beautiful peace.

Excerpt From: “Promises Like Raindrops.”
copyright Vicky Osborn

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You are not alone


You are not alone,
You are never alone,
you have never been alone.

I can see you standing on that hill top,
Battered around by the wind,
Desperately seeking a soul in this vast landscape.

Your eyes are searching earnestly for someone to share this view,
To see with you this fearsome cavern below,
To help you find a way off of this unstable rock,
So precariously positioned so high.

You think you are alone,
You think you are always alone,
You think you have always been alone.

That cavern that faced you need not be fearsome,
In fact it is something entirely different.
That rock that you are standing upon is steadfast and strong.
You may not see me with you,
But you can feel my breath upon your face.

I am with you,
I am always with you,
I have always been with you.

Oh, that you could see what I see.
That you are nestled securely in the palm of my hand.
That that cavern you see is actually,
A scar that show just how much I love you.
That everyday that wind upon your face,
Is me, breathing my love over you.

You are not alone,
You are never alone,
You have never been alone.

I embrace you with my love,
Every second of every day,
Fovever and ever and ever!

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Disecting a Rainbow


There is a pot,
Somewhere near the end,
Wherever that my be.
Peer through the murk
And you might just catch a glimpse.

A chink of light,
Whispering in the grey
That something good is around.
Obscured by cloud,
Somewhere in the farthest reaches.

And try as you might,
In the grey,
It’s hard to believe that there’s light.

Except for a sliver,
Hardly visible by my eye,
But the warmth can be felt.
And when the darkness parts,
Up ahead, for a second, I see it!

Like tissue paper
Hanging in the wind,
Delicate yet surviving the storm.
Translucent colours
Threaded across an agry sky.

Any try as it might,
The darkness
Must always give way to the light.

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Under the sea


I love the sea but on a recent visit to Toronto’s aquarium, I developed a new appreciation for the beauty and variety…

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Wooden blocks


Wooden blocks are one of my favourite items to make, although very time-consuming. I love finding great combinations of vintage papers and neutral paints – each block is truly unique.

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What will the Next Chapter Hold?


There is a dream, planted inside my heart, planted there by the world’s best gardener. In his mind is the perfect plan, every tree, every flowerbed, even every individual flower. And I just see a glimpse of it now, a trailing rose, a beautiful silver birch and some marigolds – but he sees it all, living and breathing, the way it sways, in the wind and sings in the morning. It’s already flourishing, the first shoots appearing many springs ago. The smell of the first blossoms and the whistle in the breeze have captured my heart, my soul, my all. There is more to come; tasting the first harvest, sweet and soft, watching the dance in the flowerbeds and listening to the song of the trees.

There is a vision, painted inside my heart, painted by the world’s greatest artist. Each colour, some vivid, some soft, each brush stroke, each shadow tells a story of it’s own. I only see part of it, a corner or perhaps a side and a few colours – I see the simple parts but he sees every fine detail: the shadows, the highlights, the texture, he sees it all. But even that small glimpse of colour, which I see now, inspires me, there is so much more to see.

There is a destiny, written on my heart, written by the bestselling author of all time. From the beginning of time he was inspired to write. Each poem, each prose, each thought contains a depth, an inspiration. I can only read part of it, it’s too immense to read all at once. The paragraphs and stanzas I have read have so often left me speechless, breathless.

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London – Discovery of pretty things


I had a great work trip to London this week and as part of it we went visiting some pretty stores to seek inspiration.

My colleagues couldn’t believe that I had never been into the Liberty, and when I got to the front of the building – neither could I!

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Chasing the Horizon


There’s a small, quiet lake,
Hidden in a valley,
And there you learn to swim.
The water is sweet and calm,
A soft breeze is blowing,
And there, sheltered by the mountains,
Is rest from the storm outside.

Over those mountains there’s another lake,
Bigger and not quite so calm.
It’s deeper there, and colder.
There are patches of icy water,
It’s harder to swim there.
There, is where your body strengthen,
You start to work there.

But there comes a day,
When the waves breaking on the shore
Call your name,
And you have to follow your call.

There’s a large, deep-blue sea,
And it’s there you to need to go.
You see it’s the great challenge,
You’ll be put to the test against
Waves, under currents, sharks.
The water doesn’t taste so good there.
The unpredictable sea beckons you.

Here comes the day,
When the waves breaking on the shore
Call you name,
And you swim and swim,
As it calls your name.
Chasing the horizon.

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