It was the first time that I had ever been on a protest march – I was then in my late 50s. I came down from North Wales on a coach. When we reached London we could see more and more coaches arriving, full of people from all over the country, people in huge variety but all with the same common purpose – to halt the rush to invade Iraq. There was an almost indescribable atmosphere, full of hope and a sense of being united in our common cause. Some of the placards that were carried stated their message straightforwardly; others used humour. We really believed that we could make a difference. We were ignored.