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London, UK

London, UK

I was working until 4.30 that day and was unable to get the day off. Rather than not take part in what was clearly going to be a historic day I got a map of the route and decided to walk it on my own.

I reached the starting point at 5.45 that evening,almost six hours after the scheduled start and incredibly the end of the march was still waiting to move. I remember two men in suits appearing on the roof of a building just off Piccadilly.

Everybody seemed to notice them and there seemed a slight unease about who they were when one of them held two fingers up in a peace sign. The cheer which followed is possibly the loudest noise I’ve ever heard.

All in all the day was thorougly inspiring and something I’m proud to have been a part of. There are those who say we failed. We didn’t.

The ones who didn’t bother to go failed.