Downing Street Years - Margaret Thatcher [20]
My main message to the conference, however, was a deliberately sombre one, intended for Britain as a whole. That same day an inflation figure of 10.1 per cent had been published. It would rise further. I noted:
The evil of inflation is still with us. We are a long way from restoring honest money and the Treasury forecast when we took over was that inflation was on an upward trend. It will be some considerable time before our measures take effect. We should not underestimate the enormity of the task which lies ahead. But little can be achieved without sound money. It is the bedrock of sound government.
As our economic and political difficulties accumulated in the months ahead, no one could claim that they had not been warned.
We arrived back at RAF Northolt and drove to Chequers where I spent my first weekend as Prime Minister. I do not think anyone has stayed long at Chequers without falling in love with it. From the time of its first prime ministerial occupant, David Lloyd George, it has been assumed that the holders of that office would not necessarily have their own country estates. For that reason, Lord Lee’s gift to the nation of his country house for the use and relaxation of prime ministers marks as much a new era as did the Reform Bills.
When I arrived as Prime Minister, the curator was Vera Thomas, who knew and loved each perfectly polished piece of furniture, each historic portrait, each glittering item of silver. Chequers itself is an Elizabethan house, but has been substantially rebuilt over the years. The centre of the house is the great hall, once a courtyard, enclosed at the end of the last century, where in winter a log fire burns, giving a slight tang of woodsmoke through every room.
Thanks to the generosity of Walter Annenberg, US Ambassador to Britain from 1969–74, Chequers has a covered swimming pool. But in the years I was there it was only used in the summer. Early on I learned that it cost £5,000 a year to heat. By saving this money we had more which could be spent on the perpetual round of necessary repairs to the house. Perhaps the most important work I had done was the cleaning of the Elizabethan panelling in the dining-room and the Great Parlour. Once the layers of varnish and dirt had gone, we discovered some beautiful marquetry beneath that had not been seen for many years.
The group which gathered for Sunday lunch just ten days after our election victory was fairly typical of a Chequers weekend. My family were there, Denis, Carol, Mark. Keith Joseph, Geoffrey and Elspeth Howe, the Pyms and Quintin Hailsham represented, as it were, the Government team. Peter Thorneycroft and Alistair McAlpine were present from Central Office — the latter having been, as Conservative Party Treasurer, one of the most effective fund raisers of all time and one of my closest and most loyal friends. David Wolfson, Bryan Cartledge (my private secretary) with their wives, and our friends Sir John and Lady Tilney completed the party.
We were still in a mood to celebrate our election victory. We were away from the formality of No. 10. We had completed the initial task of getting the Government on the road. We still had that spirit of camaraderie which the inevitable disputes and disagreements