Chapter Thirty-FourThe Archbishop’s secretary had never seen so many e-mails, and there had been numerous letters delivered at the gate. Again the BBC and ITV were pressing for interviews. Then, of course, there were the phone calls from the Bishops, and his personal friends. The sudden avalanche was just too much and the exhausted churchman was by necessity forced to rest. Indeed, his wife, well aware of his Friday obligations, made sure that ‘the Archbishop is resting’ was heeded.
Winkfield was crowded; they had tried to restrict the numbers but it had proved impossible. Security seemed little more than nominal as the guests began to arrive. Cars, though, were checked thoroughly and most decided to walk the modest distance to the Manor. The Queen arrived precisely on time at three o’clo
