Now there was a man who knew the value of work-life balance.
Whilst he laboured on the international stage, he always had Chartwell: a sturdy house in red brick, looking over one of the most sublime views you could imagine – the Weald of Kent. When there was time to spare, he stepped away from his office where he would labour until all hours of the early morning, and would walk, and sit, and paint, in this most breathtaking of settings.
You can see his chair, sat by the fish pond, where he used to go to think.
On this, the 50th anniversary of Churchill’s funeral, I’d like to take you there. To briefly step away from the hustle and bustle of everyday life. To learn that it is wise to switch away from the dire and sometimes terrifying problems which can arise, and look at the beautiful.
It restores the spirit.
Which, I think, is Churchill’s final, great, secret.