Talking of mental health, have you ever in your life, have you ever come to a point, whether you're at Spurgeons or whether it was Boys Brigade or before that or whenever, where you feel all alone or so much of the bottom of the pile and you just don't know how to claw your way back up?

It's interesting you ask that because my faith has always been rock solid.

But in May last year, I had... what I can only describe as a bit of a mental breakdown.

I'd lost my dad to dementia.

We'd lost Sue's mum a couple of years before, who we deeply loved.

But what I'd done is I'd buried all my own feelings and was still being the superhero chaplain looking after everybody else.

And I remember waking up one day and just not really being able to put one foot in front of another.

And where was this based?