Bedford is boring and John Bunyan aside nothing ever happened here.
We’ve had a secret spy school, a mass invasion almost overnight, and a plush property portfolio bought for the Second Coming of Jesus Christ. (Still waiting for that).
In 1883 a quarter of Bedfordshire belonged to just two men, His Grace Francis Charles Hastings Russell KG, 9th Duke of Bedford and the brewing baron, Samuel C Whitbread.
More changed in the next seventy years than in the previous 700.
This site will look primarily at that time, telling the remarkable stories of those who helped shape it.