A recent visit to Bletchley Park – home to the Enigma code breakers during WW2 – has inspired me to rethink my blogposts.
My Grandmother was one of the women who worked at Bletchley Park but she shared very, very little of her experience there with us, her family, and this has been more than a bit frustrating. We managed to find out where she worked (Block E if you’re interested – communications – she would have been listening to information on headphones, typing what she heard and passing it on) but we know absolutely nothing about her day-to-day life.
One of the Turing bombes used to decipher German codes during WW2 ^
From now on I will be writing my blogposts with two aims in mind:
1 ~ To show existing and potential clients that I have sound horticultural knowledge and acres of practical experience
2 ~ To speak to my (hopefully!) future grandchildren – to show them that their old Grandma was once (before babies, mortgages and other such responsibilities) an intrepid traveller with a strong desire to be precisely where every other tourist most definitely wasn’t ~ plus being the owner of a stomach of steel…….that last bit is a lie; South Western Chinese food nearly polished me off (mainly because it was so delicious, I kept going back for more).
I kept detailed diaries throughout my times working for the great and the good of South West England….I wonder if there are any publishable nuggets…..?…..hmmmm…..I feel a novel coming on……..