A brief history of “unpickable” locks… and the locksmith who beat them.
This subject is one that’s close to my heart, not just because of my background dealing with the computerised version of this, but because my convict ancestor was, in fact, deported to Australia for being a locksmith by day, and “locksmith” by night.1
My favourite line from the article:
The lock on your front door is probably pretty easy to pick, but using a crowbar or going through a window would probably also suffice. It’s not just locks that keep us safe—it’s the existing social order.
- Luckily for the officials on the First Fleet, as it turned out, because they lost the keys to their document chests on the voyage. ^