“People Count” was the motto my uncle, Sir Christopher
Collett, devised when elected to become Lord Mayor of London for the 800th
year of The Mayoralty in 1989. He was an
inspirational, compassionate, humble, intelligent and successful man, across so
many spheres – a leading accountant in what became E&Y, a respected City of
London dignitary, a commendable ambassador for his profession and country, a tireless
charity backer and focused project sponsor who got things done. He leaves an admirable legacy: throughout his
life he worked with others to ensure that objectives were achieved for the
benefit of many (including supporting homes for the elderly across the UK,
providing community services such as a sports hall and other facilities in his
loved Langholm in Scotland, establishing a charity to support young people and
rescuing a national monument, Temple Bar by Sir Christopher Wren, that has been
returned to a prime location near St Paul’s Cathedral in London). His choice of slogan was apt – to him, in
every way people did count. Those of us
who knew him appreciated what a special man he was. He died last December and his memorial
service was held on Valentine’s Day – a fitting date for a man much loved and
who cared so deeply for others.
Temple Bar, gateway designed by Sir Christopher Wren 1669-1672 |
I am often asked who has influenced me or been my
mentor. I flounder slightly when trying
to respond, as I have learned so much from so many. However, there are a few who stand out. Having spent considerable time, over the months
since his death, contemplating “Uncle Chrissa”, as I called him, I have begun
to appreciate how indebted I am to him.
How sad that it is only now that he has gone that I am genuinely
beginning to realise how important he was.
I learned some fundamental truths from him – he lived by his values and
family always came first. There is a
story I heard at the Guildhall of his missing an important City of London
function, to attend an event at his eldest son’s school, the then Lord Mayor
summoned him, to berate him for not doing his civic duty, and told him that
“The City must always come first”. My
uncle calmly replied that, if that was the case, he would have to resign with
immediate effect from his Guild responsibilities and cease being involved in Mansion
House matters, as his family would always be his primary priority. The Mayor, realising that he risked losing a
great man’s support, was forced to back down and from that day onwards Chris
successfully juggled the various aspects of his life.
Lord Mayor of London's golden coach |
We, as a whole, were a close family, indeed my cousins
were the nearest I had to siblings for the first decade of my life. My father and Christopher had met when they
did their National Service and formed a strong bond – after they had finished, they
took a road trip across Europe on a pair of slightly unreliable motorbikes, then
went on to study at Emanuel College Cambridge, where they forged a close group
of friends who have lasted them a lifetime.
Christopher met my father’s sister, Anne, and fell in love. Their marriage is the one I use as my
benchmark for how married life should be: loving, supportive, fun and with
sufficient mutual respect that either could challenge the other, in a gentle
and caring manner, for the benefit of each and those around them.
Emanuel College, Cambridge |
We lived on a hill and Christopher and Anne bought a
wonderful house that was literally at the bottom of our garden. I have happy memories of tobogganing,
starting from outside my backdoor and whooshing all the way through our garden
(with a tricky turn by the bamboo), through the narrow gate, that Chris had
created to connect us, onwards down the steep, but straight, path that lead to
my cousins’ house. Nostalgia can induce
a golden glow, but these were truly happy times. Every Christmas my uncle would organise carol
singing round our neighbourhood, to raise money for a local old people’s home,
and we always ended the evening singing for and with the elderly for whom we
were collecting, which all of us loved. My
sons now follow his example and we sing annually, a chance to do something
meaningful with friends and to raise money for charities where we live. Chris knew how to bring joy to others through
simple actions and by being thoughtful.
My parents moved to Hong Kong when I was a child, but
I had been enrolled in boarding school and so my aunt and uncle became my
guardians. I lived with them at half
term and for parts of the holidays. I
was very privileged in that I was a loved member of two families. Being with Chris I was able to experience
what it was like to serve the community through a role in the City of
London. My uncle was a member of the Worshipful Company of Glovers and rose to be Master from 1981-1982, as well as Sheriff for
London in 1985, a precursor to becoming Lord Mayor. Since 1385, when the Court of Common Council
stipulated that every future Lord Mayor should “have previously been Sheriff so
that he may be tried as to his governance and bounty before he attains to the
Estate of Mayor”, the shrieval year of an Aldermanic Sheriff is an obligatory
trial run for would-be Lord Mayors of London.
I wonder if the UK or some companies would be better governed if
potential PMs, Chancellors or senior executives had to prove their metal in a
public role before taking up office. Chris
took his duties seriously and did much to enhance the community in which he
served. He had a knack of getting people
to become enthused by his passion, so that, before they fully appreciated it,
they had committed to help in a given project or task. I am sure that this is
how he succeeded in getting Temple Bar back to London, with the eventual cost
being borne by The Corporation of London, even though it was not technically
the Corporation’s responsibility. Chris
was Chairman of the Temple Bar Trust from 1993 – 2004 and orchestrated the
donation of Temple Bar to the Corporation in 2001.
Sir Christopher Collett, GBE |
The pomp and grandeur of City functions was amazing –
such beautiful settings, wonderful meals and a joy to be able to see and appreciate
parts of London that only a few get to experience. The sound of the trumpets in the Mansion
House lives within me, as does the laughter of the children at the annual
Mansion House Children’s Party, a wonderful event primarily for children from
underprivileged backgrounds – the annual party was something my uncle remained
involved with long after he ceased being an official. Children loved being with him – he was always
relaxed, natural and fun and he clearly enjoyed their company too. As a teenager I learned skills, such as how
to peel a grape at dinner using a knife and fork, and when and how to wear gloves on a formal occasion, talents that I
will seldom use, but the reasons behind them and the experiences of doing them were not lost on me. There is a tradition in The City of an after dinner
Loving Cup – a long-established way of showing fealty and sharing a memorable event with others. The symbolism of
guarding colleagues’ backs, whilst they are occupied with a task in hand, has
stuck with me.
Mansion House dinner, City of London |
Away from work and The City, Chris taught me how to
relax and appreciate the wider world. Both
families used to holiday in Scotland most summers; precious memories of
standing thigh-deep in a river, the sky fading from amethyst to dark mushroom, waiting
for sea trout at dusk, with the midges swarming around us. Fresh caught oatmeal-ed trout for breakfast –
truly delicious (better than any mansion House dinner). My uncle and I both learned to dry fly fish in
England, with Dermot Wilson on the river Test.
Chris was surprisingly competitive – by challenging me to do better than
him, he helped give me confidence and to teach me to persevere. With him (and also my father, who still has
the best cast of any man I know), I gained skills that eventually enabled me to
found and run a fly fishing school to finance me through university. I still find being on a river bank, with bob
of a dipper or wagtail in the corner of my eye and the splash of a fish, can
stir my soul. And when I fish I can
almost feel Chris with me.
Through his example, my uncle has encouraged me to:
- be practical;
- accept the support of those who love me;
- keep things simple;
- act according to my principles;
- enlist support through enthusiasm;
- care for those with me; and
- appreciate the wonderful things around me.
I can be accused of being partisan, however, I know
that he was an exceptional man, who himself counted for and contributed so much
to so many people. I am so glad that my sons
had a chance to spend a little time with him, before he succumbed to the illness
that eventually killed him. I am so lucky
to have had him as a significant influence on me and my life (he died on 2nd
December last year and he has left a huge hole for our family, his friends, the
communities in which he lived and worked and also the wider arena). People do count and some count for more than
others.
Wonderful blog Kate. Very moving. What a special man! X
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ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful article Kate, my father was Anne and Christopher's hairdresser including during the time he was Lord Mayor. Because of this connection I had the privilege of going to two of the mansion house children's parties and as a family we visited their home in Scotland and stayed in a little cottage on their land next to a river. I have extremely fond memories of these times and know that we came into contact with a very special family. Really enjoyed reading this, thank you. Best wishes Jess.
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