Today I met with a dear friend and he took me to Chartwell, home of Sir Winston Churchill. I've actually been there before - my father (a lifelong Churchill fan) took me around when I was very young, long before I was interested in such things. It seemed bigger then.
It was a great insight into the life of an incredible man, with lots of his personal artefacts on display. There's also an exhibition following his life story including extracts from his famous speeches. Listening to the 60-year-old recordings it's hard not to be stirred by his words - he really was an amazing speaker, and it's easy to see how much of this country's "Blitz spirit" was down to him.
No photography allowed inside unfortunately (though probably just as well for the length of this post!). We had a lovely stroll around the gardens, which are lovely - my favourite part as usual being the walled kitchen gardens (what is it that makes walled kitchen gardens seem so romantic?) including a darling little Wendy house Churchill built for his daughter Mary.
1940s dress from ebay - there's actually a matching belt with the cutest buckle, but it's too big so I have to adjust it. 1950s handbag from a charity shop. Why didn't I wear gloves? Hair took an age - I'm in dire need of a haircut, there's now far too much of it to roll effectively - the pins can't hold it!