“It’s a great job were it not for elections” was advice proffered to me many years ago by some old MP when I was first elected. I could not disagree more. Most of what we do as MPs - in the constituency, in Parliament, and in all of our many and varied interests - is only legitimate because people voted for it/us. There is no better feeling than knowing that you have won an election, and no worse than realising that you have lost it. Politics is a hard trade.

We all hope, I think, that there will be no General Election before its due date in May/June 2022. Yet there can be no denying that that is one possible outcome of the paralysis currently gripping Parliament. Leaving aside the technicalities of the 5 Year Fixed Term Parliaments Act, and leaving aside the politics, which are confused and worrying, if the Government cannot govern they sooner or later have to go back to the people to renew their legitimacy. So I was delighted that the Executive Council of the North Wiltshire Conservative Association last Friday renewed their confidence in me as their candidate at the next General Election - whenever it may be.

It is great to know that I have their confidence, and that together we are hopeful/confident that we will win the North Wiltshire election whenever it may be. I am proud of the fact that since 1997 when I was first elected with a majority of 3,500, that figure has grown in each of my six elections to a 2017 figure of 23,000, or 63% of the those who voted. But I have never taken that majority - nor a single vote - for granted, always remembering who it is who sends me to Parliament to represent them.

Two of my favourite possessions are a letter from Viscount Eccles, who as David Eccles was MP here from 1942 until 1962. “What was your greatest moment”, I asked him. “Trying my best to serve the people of North Wiltshire” he modestly replied. The other is an election leaflet/polling card produced by Captain Victor Cazalet MC, who was the MP from 1923 until he was sadly killed (with General Sikorski) in 1942. “Victor Cazalet. The Man you know. No wild promises. Just a record of steady service,” it reads, and what a great and modest claim that was. Like my distinguished predecessors, my proudest profile would be: “He’s a good constituency MP; he tries his best to serve the people of North Wiltshire; the man you know - a record of steady service” would suit me very well indeed.

The Leadership election is past its first phase. Boris has guaranteed himself a place in the final two by exceeding the magic 105 votes (providing he maintains the same level of support). All of the remaining candidates (initially six others, but you can expect that to shrink by the time of the next ballot on Tuesday) are a long way behind. A great deal will depend on the alliances and deals which will no doubt be struck over the weekend. It’s a high stakes game, and brutal in its process. It stands in stark contrast to the Labour Party whose leadership mechanism is cumbrous and complex, making replacing Mr Corbyn virtually impossible.

I suspect that a few of the bruised leadership candidates will today be feeling: “It’s a great job were it not for elections.”

Comparisons are odious, they say. Yet who could resist the temptation to compare those magnificent and inspiring, and deeply moving D-Day Commemorations; a scruffy rabble waving assorted placards in the rain in Parliament Square unhappy about the person of the President of the United States, while ignoring the importance of his office; and the 13 (now 11) rats in a barrel hovering in corners of the Parliamentary estate ready to jump out at innocent and undeclared backbenchers like me as we pass  by.

Who can but wonder at the sheer scale of D-Day. 159,000 soldiers, 3262 Aircraft, 6969 ships, 195,700 sailors on board them. 400,000 people all told, of whom 4000 were killed and 6,000 wounded and missing. The sheer vastness of the logistical effort to get that lot ashore on the five beaches (one of my prize possessions are 5 little boxes with a handful of sand from each) without prior detection by the enemy. The sheer guts and determination of sweeping up through Normandy; the personal triumphs and tragedies. It was without doubt a Day which changed the World. We knew that the Nazi Empire was pure evil, and we threw the collective allied might against it.

I was glad that Mrs May was given her moment of dignity- both the pomp and circumstance, the banquets and furbelows of the Presidential visit, and the superb honour of remembering our fallen on Sword Beach on D-Day +75. She deserves it, and the right to demit office with dignity. By contrast with all of that, the battle to name her successor is less than dignified. I am glad that the 1922 Committee have brought in new rules to curtail the contest and reduce the candidates to 2 by -latest - 20 June. There will be a host of hustings, meetings, campaigning, favours bestowed, old favours called in, during that time. I hope to be able to rise above the hubbub and vote for the person who seems most likely to achieve three things.

First, he or she must bring the Party, the Government and the Country back together again. We cannot go on as we are. There’s a country be to be run out there, and squabbling amongst ourselves hinders it. Second, they must deliver Brexit. That’s what the people voted for, and that’s what we must do. My own view is that if a Deal cannot be agreed, then let’s leave without one. After all, all of the details of life post-Brexit have been agreed and would doubtless kick in the morning after. I suspect that a No Deal departure would be a great deal less catastrophic than the Remainers would have you believe. And third, we need a Leader. Someone who can inspire confidence; someone who can lead us to do things beyond our own self-interest; someone who can use the levers and machinery of power to make Britain a better place.

The Nation needs something of the D-Day spirit to do that. We need to be pointed in the same direction, with a clear mission, determined to win; careless of our own little lives and concerns and ambitions; proud to be a part of the greater whole. That’s what’s missing in the Conservative and Labour parties alike; its what’s missing in Government and Parliament. We have lost our way, and need a strong and charismatic leader to get us out of the mess. Let me know who you think that might be.

The old Stock Exchange adage ‘Sell in May and go away’ reflected an expectation of falling markets and uncertainty over the Summer months. We could be in for something similar.

It would be hypocritical to say anything other than I am glad at Theresa May’s decision.  I have been of the view for a very long time that she was finding it impossible to lead the country, not least through Brexit. Her going will, I hope, free up a new Leader to do exactly that - Lead, which has been lacking from her incumbency.

Yet on a personal level, most decent Tories, and most decent Brits, will have felt for her as her voice broke outside No 10 as she announced her departure. Hers has been a close to impossible task; and whatever else you may say about her she has tried her best. Her guts, stamina and determination are plain for all to see. She thought she was doing the best for the country and the Party she loves. And we should give her credit for it. Few human beings would have stood up to the pressure under which she has laboured for the last 12 months or so. And she has been absolutely stoical. So, let’s give her the Trump State visit and the 75th anniversary of the D-Day landings to mark the end of her Premiership, and then we must let her go with dignity and poise.

My phone has already been buzzing with all sorts of new-found friends, as the 25 or so candidates to replace her gear up their campaigns. I never knew I was so popular - and if I accept all the dinners and drinks on offer I will get very fat. My plan is to interview every single one of them, to try to find out how they would lead the country and the Party. It is leadership we want. In particular, whoever wins the contest must be ready to deliver the clean Brexit for which the people voted. I will keep you up to date with my thinking as the contest develops.

My instinct is that we need a Brexiteer, which narrows the field. Boris is streets ahead in the country. He has his risks and downsides; but he has got bags of charisma and character, and he would be an inspirational, if worrying, leader. Dominic Raab is probably next, but seems to me rather to lack that invisible stardust which a new leader needs. Esther McVey, Andrea Leadsom, Penny Mordaunt - all are possible.

We must now get on with it; select the right person, install him or her with as little delay as we can, and get the Government back on track. Mrs May’s departure opens up the possibility of a brand-new start. Let’s make the best possible use of it.

I salute her on a personal level and thank her for all she has tried to do for the Nation. But she is right to ‘Sell in May and go away.’

Politics was a pretty dull business for about 30 years - from Margaret Thatcher’s sad toppling and the end of the Cold War in the late 1980’s, things were pretty predictable. We knew that John Major would lose in 1997; that the charming young Tony Blair would win with a landslide, but that Icarus-like he wouldn’t last; that Gordon Brown was doomed, Captain Mainwaring; and that the Coalition would be the nemesis of the Lib Dems. The Referendum outcome was a surprise to all, but there was a dreary inevitability about events for a couple of years thereafter. Clearly Cameron could not stay on; Theresa May’ premiership was, if truth be told, pretty boring and low achieving.  Her General Election in 2017 was a disaster, followed by a wearysome trudge through the slough of the EU’s despond.

Compare that with the last week or two. Mrs May’s defenestration was in the end more dramatic than any of the many leadership challenges we have enjoyed in the Tory Party, (this is my seventh) and most certainly the most dramatic toppling of a PM quite probably in all time. The Unwanted Euro-elections produced a weird (if probably predictable) series of results, especially of course, the dramatic success of the Brexit Party itself. Never have the two main parties done as badly as the Tories and Labour this time; and the pundits have no lodestar by which to predict who/when/why we will recover from this low point. We now have something like 15 hopefuls ready to fight like rats in a barrel for the questionable pleasure of being PM of a hung Parliament (the longest sitting one since the English Civil War, yet with virtually nothing left to do except Brexit); we have the continuing stalemate over how to carry out the people’s wish to leave the EU; we have the Labour Party in deep disarray under their Marxist leadership, Alastair Campbell being thrown out of the party for his Blairite views; and the courts about to prosecute them for their antisemitic views. No-one has ever seen anything like it. The Tectonic plates of politics may well be moving.

Or maybe not… Maybe it’s all just a storm in a teacup; a temporary aberration. Maybe we’ll get Brexit over the line, and life will return to its mundane normalcy. Who can tell? It’s a bit of an ‘If’ moment. “If you can keep your head while all around are losing theirs……”

So I am going to watch and listen with keen interest. I shall do what I think is best for the people of North Wiltshire (having no personal ambition); I shall be no more than a bit part player in the great Leadership battle which is engulfing us all; I shall do those things in Parliament in which I have the greatest expertise and interest (defence and foreign affairs, security, the environment, rural affairs, the Polar Regions, and in the conduct of the business of Parliament itself); and I will do my Constituency business with renewed interest and enthusiasm.

In the last few weeks, for example, I have: held four surgeries, visited the MOD in Corsham, and the three day event at Badminton, I have visited Luckington and Malmesbury Schools, I spoke at the Chippenham Constitutional Club Skittles Dinner, unveiled the defibrillator in Cricklade, attended a reception in Brokenborough and a dance in Shipton Moyne; enjoyed the Royal Wootton Bassett Carnival, welcomed a Major General to Malmesbury Academy, spoke at a dinner in Luckington; encouraged plastic collectors in Cricklade, attended the Malmesbury Mayor-Making and a host of similar local events. It may not be glamorous, but its good fun and interesting. And in my view it’s an essential part of an MP’s life.

So I am by no means certain that the tectonic plates are shifting. My personal ones most certainly are not.

I warmly congratulate my friends and constituency neighbours, Andrew Murrison (South West Wilts) on his well-deserved promotion to Minister of State at the Foreign Office, and Robert Buckland (Swindon South) to the Ministry of Justice where I know they will do a fine job. It makes me the last backbencher of all seven MPs in Wiltshire.

 I enjoyed my time on the frontbench in a variety of jobs in Opposition, but I have since then relished the freedom which not being a Government Minister allows me. It was good last Friday, for example, to be able broadly to agree with those attending a business dinner in Castle Combe in their robust criticism of the PM, of her failure to deliver Brexit, and in a number of other grumbles. It was good to see the Wiltshire Federation of Small Businesses in Parliament on Tuesday, and to be able to agree with quite a number of their criticisms; and to rather relish my colleagues, John Glen (Salisbury) and Michelle Donelan (Chippenham) having to spin the Government line, uncomfortable as it may have been for them.

It was good to welcome the Deputy Chinese Ambassador to Parliament to tell us about China’s ambitions in the Arctic, which I could not have done as a Minister; and to be able to speak up in Parliament on Wednesday to welcome the new Secretary of State for Defence’s determination to bring in a Statute of Limitations on alleged crimes carried out by soldiers in pursuit of their duties, but to notify my intention to try to amend her Bill to cover Northern Ireland veterans as well.

Being a backbencher enables me to speak up for the people of North Wiltshire, and for my own personal beliefs whether or not that happens to coincide with Conservative Party policy; and as a bit of a natural rebel, or even controversialist, I welcome that freedom.

I also strongly support the age-old British constitution, under which the Government of the day delivers on its Manifesto policies, with Parliament scrutinising everything which they do. On Brexit, for example, it is the Government’s duty to deliver what the people demanded in the referendum; it is Parliament’s duty to scrutinise how they do it, to keep them up to the mark, and generally hold their feet to the fire. Parliament is split more or less 50/50 on Brexit, thereby accurately reflecting the general opinion of the country. When the PM brings back her proposals in the form of Second Reading of the Withdrawal Agreement Bill in the week beginning 3 June, I will consider very carefully whether or not it delivers a true Brexit; or even if it does not, whether it may nonetheless be our last chance of securing any kind of Brexit at all. I will keep you up to date with my thinking on all of that when we see the text of the Bill.

So I am pleased for my ambitious colleagues across Wiltshire as they climb the greasy pole. Confucius was of the view that “it is better to be at the bottom of the ladder looking up, than at the top of the ladder looking down,” as a number of other colleagues may now be finding as they ponder sackings or resignations.  For myself I am glad to have the buccaneering, freebooting freedom to do what I believe best, no matter what the Tory Whips may say. There’s a lot to be said for being the last of the Mohicans.