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‘So let a message go out from this conference.’ David Cameron paused, letting his audience know that he was building towards a dramatic conclusion. ‘A modern compassionate Conservatism is right for our times, right for our party – and right for our country. If we go for it, if we seize it, if we fight for it with every ounce of passion, vigour and energy from now until the next election, nothing and no one can stop us.’

For a moment the Empress Ballroom in Blackpool’s Winter Gardens seemed bleached out by the photographers’ xenon flashes rippling round the hall as if synchronised with the sudden roar of approval. The applause intensified when the candidate was joined on stage by his wife Samantha, then pregnant with the couple’s third child. Her pregnancy gave the photographers a powerful image to illustrate his message that the time had arrived for a ‘new generation of Conservatives’. The cheering delegates may not have known that that line owed a good deal to John F. Kennedy. But they believed that the Tories had found their own young saviour.

Cameron’s speech to the Conservative Party conference on 4 October 2005 launched him into public consciousness and set him on course for victory in the party’s leadership election. Its success took almost everyone by surprise. Even his most senior allies had not realised until a few days before how charismatic he could be. Indeed there had been some discussion about whether he should pull out of the race and declare his support for David Davis, who was then the firm favourite. But Cameron wanted a chance to perform on what was, at that point, the biggest stage of his career. He was confident that he could deliver a powerful speech. The newspaper headlines on 5 October confirmed that he was right. It turned out to be a speech of such momentum-creating power as to carry him over the finishing line a winner.

Reflecting on his sudden burst from the rear of the leadership field to its front, a former colleague said: ‘Like all political overnight sensations, it was twenty years in the making.’ This is the story of the making of David Cameron – of how, as one of his friends put it, Cameron climbed ‘floor by floor’ to the top of the Conservative Party. It was an ascent achieved by hard work and intelligence, but it also benefited from luck and the efforts of others. This is the story, too, of a childhood spent in an England that barely exists any more. Cameron’s was a world first of nannies and matrons, then of beaks and boys’ maids. But his privilege is peculiar not so much for its material as for its emotional wealth. He likes to say that he is an optimist, and the man whom he credits with instilling in him that quality is his father.

David Cameron’s great-great-grandfather Ewen left Scotland early in Queen Victoria’s reign and started his business career, in the mid-nineteenth century, in the Far East, working for the Hong Kong Shanghai Bank. Having become a director, he eventually returned to London to manage the bank, and was knighted for his services. His son, David Cameron’s great-grandfather, was Ewen Alan Cameron, who rose to become senior partner of stockbrokers Panmure Gordon. He lived partly at Blairmore Castle, near Huntly in Aberdeenshire (originally a family home of his wife, Rachel Geddes) and partly in London. They had four children, one of whom was Donald Cameron, born in 1906. At the age of twenty-six, Donald – who followed his father in becoming a partner of Panmure Gordon – married Enid Agnes Maud Levita. Two years later, on 12 October 1932, when they were living at 25 Chesham Street, SW1, their only son Ian was born.

The bald facts of Ian Cameron’s early life might not be expected to encourage the development of a positive outlook. In the language of the day he was born a cripple, his legs severely deformed from the knees downwards. A bout of German measles during his mother’s confinement was blamed, incorrectly, at the time, but the cause remains obscure. Its effect was to shorten his legs below the knee and twist his feet, one of which had three toes, the other four. He had a series of operations in very early infancy to provide some relief to the problem – although after the age of three he was never particularly in pain – and straighten his legs, but while the rest of him suggests a man of about six foot two, he is actually about a foot shorter than that.

The young Ian was sent away to boarding school, wearing specially adapted shoes. He went first to Betteshanger School in Kent, where, because of his disability, he was made to have an extra hour’s rest every day. At home, in London during the holidays, his mother treated him with a great deal of affection but also with some firmness. She believed that the effect of his disability had to be minimised, that he had to do as much as possible for himself. Friends say it was from her that he acquired much of his tough-mindedness and independence. To this day he feels in her debt for pushing him beyond what, at the time, he thought he was physically capable of doing.

By the time Ian Cameron was preparing to go to Eton he suffered another blow – his father left his mother and married an aristocratic Austrian. Marielen von Meiss-Teuffen had been born in 1918 in Attersee near Linz, Austria, and was sent, while still a teenager, first to France and then to Britain. When she met Donald Cameron in wartime London, she was working as an announcer for the BBC having already divorced her first husband Reginald Critchley, with whom she had had a daughter, Verena. Now in her late eighties and living in a nursing home in Vienna, Marielen says that at first Enid Cameron was friendly and ‘didn’t mind me being around’. When the exact nature of her husband’s relationship with her was revealed it was clearly a painful shock. ‘You can imagine what the woman must have felt to realise her husband was in love with another woman.’ While Donald Cameron and his new wife set up home in Clareville Grove, Kensington, his son was left to support his mother. It was a lonely, difficult and formative time for Ian Cameron.

The failure of Enid Levita’s marriage may have prompted her to reflect on the shame of her grandmother, Lady Agnes Duff, who was shunned in society following two elopements and a divorce. Agnes, David Cameron’s forebear, eventually took refuge in nursing. It was there that she met and married Dr Alfred Cooper, a specialist in sexual ailments. (Cooper used to claim that between them he and his wife were acquainted with the private parts of all the peers in London.) Agnes’s parents were the 5th Earl of Fife and Lady Agnes Hay, but her most noteworthy relative from the more recent past was one of her four children, Duff Cooper, who became Sir Winston Churchill’s Minister of Information during the Second World War and whose beautiful wife Diana aroused such admiration. The philandering Duff Cooper was thus Ian Cameron’s great-uncle (although they never met). He was also, like Ian Cameron, a chairman of White’s, the men-only club in St James’s. David Cameron has expressed relief that he has not inherited Duff Cooper’s remarkable appetite for wine and women.

Donald Cameron did not cope well with having a disabled son, and it has been said he did not encourage Ian to believe that he would be joining him at Panmure Gordon, where he was a senior partner. Had the father seen more of his son at Eton he might have revised his opinion. Ian Cameron did not shine academically at school, but his peers learned not to underestimate his determination. A lifelong friend Ben Glazebrook remembers playing a rumbustious game of indoor football in a corridor at Eton. ‘I had the ball at my feet…and I said “Oh yes, this is Ian, I can get past him.” Suddenly my wrists were seized in an iron grip by Ian, because all the strength of his legs had gone into his arms and wrists. I virtually needed a course of physiotherapy after that. He had this amazing strength, and he was always incredibly resilient, courageous and outgoing. He’d never been shy, and he was always very open. He said, “I can do everything except ski,” which I think he regretted.’ He also enjoyed cricket and tennis, and at Eton, when he took part in the Field Game, the school’s own soccer–rugby hybrid, he played in a position comparable to scrumhalf, where, on occasions, a low centre of gravity can be an advantage.

Leaving school in 1951, Ian Cameron made a decision he later came to regret. Perhaps conscious of the need for a remunerative career, instead of going to university he decided to train as an accountant. While professionally useful, he found it less than entertaining (and was to forbid his children to enter the profession). Having qualified, he spent two years as a banker at Robert Fleming before joining Panmure Gordon, where he worked exceptionally hard to overcome the stigma that some had attached to his physique, and in 1957 emulated his father and grandfather in becoming a partner. He was, he admitted privately, a ‘nepotistic heir’. Socially Ian Cameron was no less determined to triumph over his disability. He moved out of his mother’s house in Lowndes Square, near Harrods, into a flat of his own round the corner in Basil Street. ‘Ian was always incredibly social,’ remembers Glazebrook, who lived near by. ‘He used to have endless parties with the most beautiful girls.’

In 1958 Donald Cameron died, leaving an estate valued at £57,408 (worth £928,000 today) and an inheritance that enabled his son to consider marriage. When the charming Mr Cameron set out to woo her, Mary Mount saw not deformity in him but spirit. He threw himself around the dance floor with the same gusto with which he had played football. The couple married on 20 October 1962, two days before Mary’s twenty-eighth birthday. It might have surprised his father that Ian Cameron married so well, into a family that has belonged to the British Establishment since long before that phrase was coined. Tall, stately and sure of herself, Mary is a typical Mount. From the beginning she had two qualities that her friends and family most admire in her now – compassion and common sense – and she is typical too for having served as a magistrate for over thirty years, as her mother and grandmother did before her.

The patrician spirit of the Mounts is neatly captured in a story about David Cameron’s great-great-great-grandfather William Mount, an MP (then unpaid) for an Isle of Wight seat and a man of some wealth. He employed a young boy – whose father had died – as a bird-scarer in his fields, and presented the boy with a book (‘the first book I had ever owned’). The boy remembered the gesture and in later life wrote gratefully to Mount’s son, William George Mount: ‘You will always be a means of doing good and exerting influence in quarters as unexpected as in my case.’

‘W.G.’, as he was known, was a barrister, ‘gentleman and landed proprietor’ (of Wasing Place, Berkshire), and became MP for Newbury. Perhaps the most formidable of the Mount ancestors, like most MPs at the time he had little truck with godlessness. In 1851 the family invited Samuel Wilberforce, the Bishop of Oxford, to stay. He, famously, was a vigorous opponent of Darwin’s theories of evolution and was later to cross swords with T. H. Huxley at a meeting of the British Association when he provocatively asked his opponent whether it was from his grandmother or his grandfather that he claimed descent from a monkey. In the 1880s, W.G.’s eldest daughter Elizabeth, every bit as devout as her father, took a weekly Bible class, which was attended by the groom’s boy, the schoolroom maid, the upper laundry maid, the laundry maid and the house, kitchen and scullery maids, as well as the butler, doorman and members of the Mount family. Staff were obliged to attend, and were excused only when beaters were needed for a shoot.

According to the 1880 census, W.G., by then running the Wasing estate, employed thirty-two men to look after his 500 acres and a further fifteen servants to staff the house and attend to his six young children. One of these children was William Arthur Mount (educated at Eton and New College, Oxford, and also a barrister), who in 1900 succeeded his ailing father, unopposed, as Conservative MP for Newbury, before losing it to the Liberal candidate six years later. ‘Billy’ worked diligently and regained the seat in 1910, frequently speaking out against Home Rule for Ireland, until he stood down twelve years later. He continued in public life as chairman of Berkshire County Council and as chairman of the South Berkshire Hunt. He was made a baronet in June 1921 and died in 1930 at the age of sixty-four. He had three sons, the eldest of whom, William Malcolm Mount (the second baronet, known as Bill), succeeded to the title at the age of twenty-six.

‘W.M.’ was David Cameron’s grandfather. He too was educated at Eton and New College, Oxford, where he played cricket with Alec Douglas-Home, later to become Prime Minister. He was a keen fisherman and horseman and became joint master of the South Berks hounds and chairman of Newbury Conservative Association. He had three daughters, the middle of whom, Mary, was born in 1934. As a lieutenant colonel he fought impressively in the war with the 61st Reconnaissance Regiment (Royal Armoured Corps), but was invalided out, having been shot in the thigh the day after D Day. His wife Lady Nancy was also active, taking a leading organisational and welfare role in the Women’s Land Army, a loosely structured band of 200,000 women who worked ploughing, dung-spreading and threshing. During the war, the young Mary, her two sisters and mother moved out of the big house at Wasing, which was to be used by evacuees from London, to a neighbouring farm. In February 1945, Wasing Place was virtually burned to the ground and many works of art were lost. Two years later, possibly in part to help pay for the restoration, W.M. placed over a thousand acres of family land at Thatcham on the market. Mary’s mother Nancy took a prominent role in the rebuilding of Wasing Place, and eventually she and her husband returned to the house that the Mount family had owned for nearly 200 years.

In 1947, William Mount served as Sheriff of Berkshire, the fourth Mount in 170 years to hold the title. He was also president of the Newbury Show, a governor of the Royal Agricultural College at Cirencester and served on the Council of the County Landowners Association, which enabled him to sustain his interest in timber. He was also appointed Berkshire County Scout president and originated the Berkshire Supporters of Scouting, which raised money for Scout troops, as well as opening up the Wasing estate for use by Scout camps. In 1952, in a comparable act of public-spiritedness, ‘Lieutenant Colonel Sir’ William Mount took command of the 3rd South Berkshire Home Guard, which aimed to afford some protection to the civilian population in the event of a nuclear attack. The proximity of Aldermaston, the home of Britain’s nuclear weapons, and the political protests that accompanied its setting up in 1950, may have had a good deal to do with that.

Mary’s cousin Ferdinand Mount, a journalist and former adviser to the Thatcher government (who inherited but does not use the title), confirms the impression offered by the family history: ‘The Mounts are very old fashioned, slightly stiff, you might say…They had a very comfortable upbringing. They were churchgoing, I don’t think any of them have ever been divorced. They are straitlaced and full of a sense of duty.’ But let those who are suspicious of parvenu politicians be further reassured. W. G. Mount’s mother was a Talbot, as was the first Earl of Shrewsbury, John Talbot, who, in his late seventies, died with his two sons in the final battle of the Hundred Years War. The admiring French called him the ‘the English Achilles’. The journalist William Rees-Mogg, no less, calls the Talbots ‘one of the great families’ of English history, like the Cecils or the Churchills, only much older. Among the later Talbots were one of Sir Robert Walpole’s Lord Chancellors, a Bishop of Durham, a Roman Catholic Archbishop of Dublin, another medieval Archbishop of Dublin, the great building heiress Bess of Hardwick, and William Fox-Talbot, inventor of photography.

There was even a Talbot who became Prime Minister, or the equivalent (before the title was coined). Charles Talbot, the 12th Earl and the first and only Duke of Shrewsbury, born in 1660, did several stints as First Minister, first under William III in 1689, after the Glorious Revolution, and again under Queen Anne and yet again under George I. How did he do it? According to Rees-Mogg’s researches, by charm and moderation. Dean Swift called Shrewsbury ‘the finest gentleman we have’, while Bishop Burnet wrote that he had ‘a sweetness of temper that charmed all who knew him’. Women loved him. A political moderate, he was decisive when the revolutionary situation required it, but was one of those politicians who stand above parties and are seen as relatively non-partisan.

David Cameron was born on 9 October 1966. In a typically Mountian display of honour towards their forebears, the parents gave the newborn the names of their fathers, William and Donald. He was Ian and Mary’s third child. Their first, Alexander, had been born the year after their marriage (and had been given the Christian names of Ian’s uncle), with their second, Tania, arriving nineteen months later. The latest Cameron was christened at Wasing, attended by his godparents Tim Rathbone and Ben Glazebrook, Ian’s friends from Eton, and Fiona Aird, a former flatmate of Mary. Also present was John Sumner, with his wife Heather, also old friends of Mary. With three children under the age of four, Mary had her hands full, but she had help, and of a singularly old-fashioned and British kind.

Gwen Hoare is a key figure in the life of both Mary and David Cameron. Born just west of Swindon, the daughter of a market gardener, she had been ‘in service’ with the Mount family all her adult life, had never married, and had looked after Mary – thirteen years her junior – as she was growing up. For nearly twenty years after the war, she lived in a variety of houses at Wasing. Then, in her early forties, she moved to join the family in Phillimore Place, Kensington, to help look after Alexander.

When, in 1969, the family moved to Peasemore, a village in Berkshire, Gwen Hoare moved with them. The move required Ian Cameron to make the daily train trek from Didcot Parkway to the City of London, where he added a directorship of the estate agency firm John D. Wood to his work for Panmure Gordon. It meant leaving the house before seven in the morning, and not returning until after seven in the evening. Mary Cameron meanwhile was often out, sitting as JP in Newbury, or doing other good works locally. It was, therefore, David Cameron’s nanny who oversaw much of his early upbringing. ‘Gwen pretty much brought them up,’ says a family friend. ‘She was always a hugely important figure in that house,’ says another. ‘She was much more than an old-fashioned nanny. She was a real rock in that family, as if there weren’t enough already.’ Five years after the birth of David, Mary was delivered of her fourth child, Clare, and Gwen Hoare had another charge. By this stage the second son had followed his brother in attending Greenwood pre-preparatory school near Newbury, and was driven there every day by a rota of local mothers.

Lying six miles north of Newbury, there can be no more quintessentially English country village than Peasemore. At its centre is the church of St Barnabas, built in the eighteenth century and embellished a hundred years later. And the Cameron family are central to the life of the church – Ian Cameron used to be a church warden, and Mary remains on the flower-arranging and cleaning rotas. Little wonder that David, who was brought up in the splendid Queen Anne rectory close by, has said, ‘When I think of home, I think of church.’ Home was decidedly old-fashioned if not notably bookish (‘They are very county,’ explains one friend). Dinner was served upon the return of Ian Cameron promptly at 7.45 p.m. His children, once old enough to graduate from tea with their nanny, were expected to display immaculate manners. It was a house, recalls a guest, that still played parlour games. After dinner parties ‘the ladies’ would withdraw to another room. But the Old Rectory was also hospitable, its swimming pool and tennis court always at the disposal of the children’s friends (if not of other villagers, a cause of resentment among some).

From the youngest age, David Cameron lacked bashfulness. ‘He was very articulate,’ says a friend. ‘I remember him liking a good argument. He was quite precocious from a very young age. He certainly knew what he thought.’ A family member recalls that on holidays he was always ‘argumentative and interesting, holding court the whole time’. After school, he, Alex and Tania would run around in the fields or feed Mary’s bantams. As they got older, they would go further afield, encouraging one of their Jack Russells to hunt down rabbit holes. Airguns would be in evidence too, but despite a profusion of rooks, rabbits and pigeons around the Old Rectory, shooting was carried out – or was meant to be – in a controlled environment. As the boys grew up, they would accompany their father on shoots, often at Wooley Park, the estate of Phillip Wroughton, later Lord Lieutenant of Berkshire.

Early on the boys developed an interest in tennis, playing frequently and with some élan. David showed a greater determination, or at least aptitude, tending to beat his brother, and it was at Peasemore that the seeds of competitiveness were first sown. ‘He doesn’t like not to win,’ says a lifelong witness of David Cameron the tennis player. ‘He gets very cross with himself. He’s very gracious in defeat because he is very old fashioned, but then he’ll secretly go and get his racket restrung.’ The annual cricket games, played between two teams captained by the brothers and played either at Wasing or on the Peasemore village pitch, would be equally hard fought, and provided David with the opportunity to exhibit a lusty death-or-glory batting style and medium-paced left-arm bowling. In later years the game, though still hard fought, took second place to the feverish competition in the preceding weeks to recruit capable ringers. Not that either of them had difficulty finding players. Those who played have idyllic recollections of the games.

The brothers, who shared a room, always got on well, teasing one another and fighting playfully enough. Their sister Tania, sandwiched in between, had to be something of a tomboy if she was to join in the fun, or else she played with Clare, six years her junior. An exception to this was horse riding, which Alex and Tania took to with enthusiasm, but which David, at that stage at least, didn’t enjoy to the same degree. The prevailing mood seems to have been one of contentment, rarely broken by parental displeasure. The boys went away to school from the age of seven, where a more explicit discipline would be taught, and the school holidays were something of a refuge from the pettiness of school. In any event, growing up with a large garden in a secluded part of Berkshire ensured that parental strictures would be minimal.

Yet there was always a keenness not to disappoint. Those close to the family remember few occasions when either parent was moved to anger. Both of them exerted an implicit but benign authority, an enviable degree of control, which meant that the children always knew where they stood. If standards had not been met, a quiet ‘I see’ and a knowing glance would be sufficient. Indeed, this seems to have been enough to instil a strong desire to succeed, to win parental approval. ‘In some homes, where there are bright children, they can get the better of the father, but Ian was definitely the boss – he ruled the roost,’ says a friend. It was, says Susan Rathbone, the widow of David Cameron’s godfather, ‘quite a tight household…you wouldn’t get away with just lounging on the sofa. No beer cans on the carpet. It was a lovely, comfortable, delicious home, but there was no slacking.’

This was true of school reports too, when the formality of the process alone would imply a certain seriousness. The children would be called in to see their father, who would read out the report before they had a chance to see it. Disapproval did not have to be obvious to be effective. It was clearly spelt out, though, on at least one occasion when, a family friend remembers, Ian had been informed of a misdemeanour at Eton. David Cameron was firmly told that his father was not paying the hefty school fees in order for him to break school rules.

While all families go through friction and periods of stress – and the Camerons have had their share of crosses to bear – their friends speak uniformly of their readiness to support one another. Neither parent can be said to be dominant, and David Cameron appeared to be equally respectful towards both. Ian and Mary Cameron ‘have a good, healthy relationship, thoroughly solid and practical’, says Susan Rathbone. ‘It’s a great image of marriage he has grown up with. They’re just very good at dealing with life.’ A former girlfriend of David agrees: ‘His parents are very cool, settled in themselves, very calm and sure of themselves. There are no psychological issues there. There’s something very wholesome, but not in a boring way.’ For Giles Andreae, whose mother had been a debutante with the young Mary Mount and who is one of David’s lifelong friends, there is something almost intimidating about the Camerons’ partnership: ‘That couple, they’re both so self-assured and magnanimous. They have so many friends. It’s almost quite scary if you’re not very confident yourself.’

While the parents wanted their children to be aware of how privileged they were, it must have been difficult for a playful, popular little boy to imagine how different ‘real life’ was for the majority of the population. In this Eden of cricket matches and gambolling through fields, it would have been understandable if the Cameron children had taken it for granted that the world is a pretty happy place. ‘It is a very natural age,’ says Giles Andreae, now a writer of children’s books. ‘Obviously you are aware that some people have big houses and some people have small houses, and that not everyone spends their time swimming and playing tennis. Privilege in itself is not a bad thing, it is how you deal with it that matters.’

The house of David Cameron’s childhood is now owned by his elder brother Alex, who lives there with his wife and children. Gwen Hoare, for whom the family built a flat in the Old Rectory’s stables (she had her eighty-sixth birthday in February 2007), is thus seeing a third generation of the family grow up. Ian and Mary Cameron live in a smaller house abutting its grounds. Both remain a strong influence on their now famous son. ‘Mary is one of the most compassionate people I know,’ says Susan Rathbone. ‘She’s level headed, not remotely impressed by froth and completely no nonsense.’

In the early 1990s Ian Cameron had to have one of his legs amputated and replaced by a prosthetic one, and in early 2006 he had the other one amputated, but as ever he minimised the inconvenience. In the latter year, he got an infection in one eye following an operation and lost the use of it. With two prosthetic legs and a walking stick, friends say admiringly, Ian would now, just, and with some reluctance, own up to being ‘disabled’. Giles Andreae says, ‘Ian is one of the most confident and self-assured people I have ever met. I don’t remember his disability ever being an issue. It wasn’t that it was not discussed out of good manners, it just wasn’t an issue. He’s a breezy, sociable, outgoing, affable man. Those are the qualities that would have had more effect on David.’ Yet the influence of Ian’s disability was enormous, if unstated. For a start, the children had a constant reminder that the petty everyday complaints of childhood were minor indeed. ‘Whingeing wasn’t on the menu,’ says one family member. It may be that Ian Cameron, while seeking to impart certain values, was anxious to protect his sons from the pressures – emotional and financial – that he had felt when growing up. ‘[David’s] parents were fantastic,’ says Pete Czernin, an Eton friend. ‘They were never pushy with their children; they gave them all implicit confidence without cockiness.’

Yet, for all the lack of witting parental pressure to succeed, Ian’s unstated determination made him a hard man to live up to. Without wishing it, he set a high bar. Susan Rathbone agrees that, tacitly, a standard was set. There may be, she says, ‘a subconscious drive that Dave has got from Ian’s incredible example. Ian has vast enthusiasm – which Dave has inherited – and a sort of unstoppableness which I’m sure is very inspirational to live with.’ When he was thirteen, Cameron is said to have told a friend: ‘He is my role model. Dad has never let his disability hold him back. He has proved you can do anything you want in life.’