On the day of the funeral we assembled at Westminster and it was so cold, bone-chillingly cold. The coffin was put on to a gun carriage and pulled by horses, and the women of the family, led by my grandmother, were in carriages, and all the Churchill men followed the coffin on foot.I was in a carriage with my sister.
And out of the windows we could see the pavements crowded with people, three or four deep, all the way from Westminster Abbey to St Paul’s Cathedral.
There was no band – the only sounds were the noise of guardsmen marching, and hooves. And shouted military commands.At St Paul’s Cathedral, we followed the coffin up the steps.
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