
LATEST STORY 8 NOVEMBER 2026
FORGOTTEN HISTORY · BY HENRY BEMIS
His alarm clock tipped him out of bed.
John Muir wanted more time to learn. His furniture was designed to help him find it.
Five questions. One wildcard. Evidence with every answer.

More to be curious about.
THE STORY COLLECTION
The postman was a guided missile.
Three thousand letters, one submarine and an unusually ambitious plan for express delivery.

Busy as a bee. Unless there’s a ball.
Bumblebees rolled wooden balls without a food reward. Researchers wanted to know whether they were playing.

They failed to blow up Parliament. Then they dried their gunpowder by the fire.
After Guy Fawkes was caught, his fellow conspirators fled to the Midlands. At Holbeche House, an already desperate situation acquired a spark.

The tree was fake. The soldier inside wasn’t.
On the Western Front, a convincing piece of scenery could become an observation post. First, somebody had to swap the trees.

The finishing touch was aluminium. It stopped at Tiffany’s first.
Before it wrapped sandwiches, aluminium crowned a monument. The man who cast it wanted people to appreciate the achievement.

The wombat makes cubes. Scientists had questions.
An animal with an unexpected talent for geometry sent researchers looking for an explanation inside a surprisingly sophisticated soft tube.

The books were chained up. The readers were the risk.
At Hereford Cathedral, protecting a library meant attaching its contents to the furniture. It also meant shelving the books backwards.

The night Glasgow’s children went vampire hunting
An iron-toothed monster, hundreds of schoolchildren, and a scare that travelled all the way to Parliament.

The coffin came with a bell. Just in case.
Some inventors felt that a final resting place should allow for a change of circumstances.

They photographed fairies. Sherlock Holmes’s creator believed them.
Two cousins, a borrowed camera and a secret that became considerably harder to explain.

The neighbours were real. Two of the houses weren’t.
Two false houses and a railway behind a respectable London frontage.

The beer bottle with a second job. As a brick.
A brewer, an architect and a surprisingly literal approach to building a better world.

Before storms had names, a pharmacist named the clouds.
From cirrus and cumulus to named storms, finding words for the weather.

He bought pudding. He earned a million miles.
A supermarket promotion and a man who had read the rules rather carefully.

The message was secure. Until the insults arrived.
A magician interrupts Marconi’s wireless demonstration.

The first webcam had one job.
Cambridge researchers wanted to know whether there was any coffee left.

The secret weapon that wouldn’t go straight.
Two giant wheels. Rockets. One slight steering problem.

They made a garden out of glass.
Flowers, fine details and even the rot. A botanical collection worth a second look.

Someone thought they could move this.
An unfinished stone. An estimated 1,650 tonnes. A very large question.

The train overshot. The whale caught it.
A train ran out of railway. A sculpture gave it somewhere to rest.

The driver was a goldfish.
A tank, a set of wheels and a destination.

The smell finally reached the people in charge.
London’s sewage problem acquired a particularly influential audience.

They moved the building. The phones kept ringing.
Eight storeys, hundreds of employees and a quarter-turn.

Tokyo’s most unlikely railway planner
Some oats, a little slime, and a surprisingly good set of connections.

Around the world. In opposite directions.
Two women left on the same day. One did not know she had a rival.

The children were green. The explanations came later.
Two children, a Suffolk village, and a story that has kept its secrets for more than eight centuries.

A stone fell into Yorkshire. An argument followed.
An unexpected arrival, a farmworker’s close call, and the evidence that helped bring outer space down to Earth.

Camouflage that made ships look outrageous.
A grey cruiser in Belfast, an art school full of model ships, and a plan to confuse the enemy with paint.

His dating strategy involved perspective.
Small stones, a carefully prepared stage, and an audience of one.

The poison was in the cover.
A handsome green binding, a tiny clue and an unexpected ingredient.

How do you overlook a giant?
An enormous waterlily, a persistent suspicion and a flower that opened during a tea break.

She began at 72. Then made 985 flowers.
A geranium, a scrap of paper and a new chapter in a creative life.

A werewolf. Working for God.
He admitted being a werewolf. He disputed being the villain.

The day the lake went down the plughole
A drilling rig vanished. A canal ran backwards. Everyone escaped.
The dinosaur tree with a secret address.
An ancient family, a ranger’s day off and a rescue by helicopter.
She carried the correct time in her handbag.
A pocket watch, a round of customers, and a rival who wished she would stop.
The wedding dress that had already saved the groom’s life.
One parachute. Three brides. A family heirloom with an extraordinary beginning.
The island that needed deleting.
Sandy Island survived on maps into the satellite age. The ocean had other ideas.
A rainbow, and a reason to stop.
Sunlight, raindrops and a little geometry. Still a reason to stop.
A castle of your own. Entrance sold separately.
One family inherited the castle. Another inherited the way in.
He put the solar system on his ceiling.
A frightening prediction. An explanation still moving.
Same man. Different dress code.
London has borrowed the original. Reading has history with pants.
A pigeon got a camera. Then it went sightseeing.
A miniature camera, a flight home—and a later brush with the CIA.
Two Veronicas. One brush with science.
One Veronica got photographed. The other got studied.
Spot the difference. It’s 222 metres wide.
Something hit the Moon. The evidence turned up in the photographs.
How do you write a journey you cannot see?
Touch, conversation and a traveller determined to keep a record.
They buried their underpants. Then waited for the evidence.
Cotton underwear, Swiss volunteers and a question about the life beneath our feet.
The trees were here before the grand house
Towering conifers and the nurseryman who planted them before the grand house arrived.
Some stories stay with you
after you close the page.
Legends held up to the light.
A little further down the rabbit hole
FROM THE ARCHIVE
Three men. One lighthouse. No answers.
The relief boat arrived. The keepers were gone. Follow the evidence behind the disappearance.
Four seconds over Colorado Springs
A silent triangle. An FBI interview. And a picture that isn’t a photograph.
They built an enormous hill.
We still don’t know why.
In Wiltshire, an unanswered question takes up rather a lot of space.
TO SENDER.
He climbed into a mail car.
His friends asked about his will. The full story of London’s pneumatic post.

The engineering hiding in a storybook view.
A familiar Scottish landmark. A less familiar material.
A good story invites you in.
The evidence gets the final word.
True events stay true. Legends are labelled. When the trail runs cold, we say so.