We marched in London, 3 generations of my family. The streets were so packed with humanity that we couldn’t actually march, more a sort of shuffle forward. We send off at the appointed hour, but it became clear very quickly that we would never reach the rally, so many people. We saw later that the end of the march was still setting off as those at the front were leaving to go home! In all my days of protests, I’ve never experienced anything like it. We had so much hope that we would be listened to; we were wrong and we still live with the consequences to my great sadness.