The Village


The Prisoner – Living In Harmony episode.






It’s Wednesday, so it must be a Village.

Today’s visit was to Bletchingley. Part of the reason for this is the similarity between the name Bletchingley and Bletchley Park which is famous for its connection with code breaking in World War 2.




‘Bletchley Park is an English country house and estate in Bletchley, Milton Keynes (Buckinghamshire) that became the principal centre of Allied code-breaking during the Second World War. The mansion was constructed during the years following 1883 for the financier and politician Sir Herbert Leon in the Victorian Gothic, Tudor, and Dutch Baroque styles, on the site of older buildings of the same name.

During World War II, the estate housed the Government Code and Cypher School (GC&CS), which regularly penetrated the secret communications of the Axis Powers – most importantly the German Enigma and Lorenz ciphers. The GC&CS team of codebreakers included Alan Turing, Gordon Welchman, Hugh Alexander, Bill Tutte, and Stuart Milner-Barry. The nature of the work at Bletchley remained secret until many years after the war.

According to the official historian of British Intelligence, the “Ultra” intelligence produced at Bletchley shortened the war by two to four years, and without it the outcome of the war would have been uncertain. The team at Bletchley Park devised automatic machinery to help with decryption, culminating in the development of Colossus, the world’s first programmable digital electronic computer. Codebreaking operations at Bletchley Park came to an end in 1946 and all information about the wartime operations was classified until the mid-1970s.’


I didn’t find Bletchley Park but the signs of a form of numerological AI programming are there.

If a tree falls.



Brain map.



Again another weird day with nonsense conversations with people straight out of the movies. If it seems like a dream, it probably is.



After a while all the villages start to morph together.

The pub.




The church.



In memoriam.



The football pitch.



And chocolate box house.



So on and so forth.









It bloomed and dropt, a Single Noon—
The Flower—distinct and Red—
I, passing, thought another Noon
Another in its stead

Will equal glow, and thought no More
But came another Day
To find the Species disappeared —
The Same Locality —

The Sun in place — no other fraud
On Nature’s perfect Sum —
Had I but lingered Yesterday —
Was my retrieveless blame —

Much Flowers of this and further Zones
Have perished in my Hands
For seeking its Resemblance —
But unapproached it stands —

The single Flower of the Earth
That I, in passing by
Unconscious was — Great Nature’s Face
Passed infinite by Me —

Emily Dickinson




6 thoughts on “The Village

  1. Ahh— The Prisoner
    Love it!

    ‘I will not be pushed filed, stamped indexed briefed, debriefed or numbered! My life is my own’.

    *** I just commented about this very show to someone else just moments before…

    1. Kenneth

      That’s the weird way this seems to work. The show takes on new meaning when you actually live in the Village ! I’ve lived and worked in a few over the years and all very similar. What is QI is there would be appear to be a number of villages or annexes. Your point about are any of them real comes to mind .

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